By the year 2024, the apocalypse had come and gone. The world as we knew it had ended, and all that remained were the Prophets of the Apocalypse, guiding humanity's last remnants towards a new, albeit slightly damp and miserable, existence.
As the seasons passed, the Prophets grew wise in their ways, donning thick, black-rimmed spectacles to ward off the harsh sun's glare. Their words were laced with a hint of irony, a dash of sarcasm, and a whole lot of sweat.
The 2024 Summer of Sweat was a time of great change, as the Prophets worked tirelessly to maintain the delicate balance of their makeshift, post-apocalyptic society. With each passing day, they adapted, improvised, and overhauled their plans to ensure the survival of all.
But, as the summer wore on, so did the sweat. The Prophets found themselves drenched, their once-stylish robes clinging to their frames like a wet, black shroud. Their usually-sleek, high-tech gadgets began to malfunction, their once-sleek interfaces now slick with water and grime.
Stay cool, Prophets! Stay dry!
Stay tuned for more 2024 Outlook updates, and don't forget to pack your sunscreen!
Or, you know, a spare towel.