A cold october morning. 1998. A women cries in a Stratford hospital followed by silence. Then a small wail answers. Some call it a divine intervention, others call it a cruel experiment. I am born.
Plot twist: Only tumblr users survive the apocalypse because we were too lazy to go outside to see what was going on.
Second plot twist: We don’t realize everyone else is gone until we run out of food. We don’t really care until all the Nutella is gone.
Third plot twist: We finally all meet up because we have to repopulate the world.
Forth plot twist: Everyone on tumblr actually gets laid.