When we heard of our impending doom, people took it in different ways.
Most went for depression or manic partying. Markets crashed the world over as investors cashed in their chips. Without consequences, things took a turn for the horrific.
But as my stats professor said, nothing is certain.
So I moved to the country, with my girlfriend and some single malt.
When the comet shattered instead of impacting, people watched the sunrise and thought ‘what now?’
But not me or my stats professor. Between us, we own 20% of the FTSE 100.
Sometimes its useful when no-one understands probability.
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I’m not contributing to the Fauxpocalypse project, because I didn’t find out about it fast enough. If I was, this is the story I would have sent.
Needless to say, this story isn’t canon. I think the e-book is going to be published in a few weeks, so it may have attained some kind of record in having the first fanfic published before the book itself.
Dave Higgins is contributing to it, so you should go check his stuff out.
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