Another prophets' conclave, another round of "I told you so's".
We had high hopes. We had visions of a world where our prophecies would be taken seriously. Where our predictions would be the guiding light of humanity's future. But no, we got stuck in conference room B, with stale coffee and a whiteboard that still had last week's meeting notes on it.
Our prophets of doom (and occasional hope) were met with skepticism, eye-rolling, and a few awkward silences. The usual suspects: "We're not sure we can see the apocalypse from here" and "Is that a typo on the handout?"
But still, we soldier on, fueled by our unwavering conviction that we're the chosen ones, destined to guide humanity through the coming cataclysms.
Next meeting: Meeting 6: The Unsinkable Disappointment
See also Meeting 6: The Unsinkable Disappointment
Or, if you're feeling really optimistic: Meeting 7: The Unremarkable Disappointment