Okey, here is a fun game, predict the future of a fellow Ironworker.

(I tried this before blew it horribly, so I just let you guys start this time... :D )

Nothing mean just have fun.

Hhmmmmmmmmmm............
Yorick is going to write in a religious thread. [img]smile.gif[/img]
(just havin fun Yorick, you know youre cool.)

Ummmm, Binky will become a famous actor, but will hide a vicious life of shandy and chocolate binges behind the facde of a loving well-knit family, who are really going to be hired actors.
Eventually, he will be hospitalised due to a terrible sugar over-dose, and after this will be a new man, becoming a spiritualist, and having a child with his new, real wife, a retired carpet- saleswoman named Cheryl.
He will live out his days playing the Tabla in his luxurious yet cosy cottage in Holland, and will frequently meet up with all of his actor friends and those closest friends he met at sugerholics anonymous.

Hey, it probably won't happen that way, but it sure sounded interesting didn't it?

Talthyr Malkaviel:

You will grow a third foot, your skin will turn green and your eyes will fall out. You will take control of a small 3rd world country and lead it to glorious victory against the invading aliens in the year 2046, besides that you will also become addicted to pistacchio ice cream. And waffles.

You'll marry Aelia Jusa who becomes a famous singer, as well as ending up in prison in Uganda for illegal possession of a monkey and a small iron pentagram at the same time. You'll die at the ripe old age of 149.3425. This will be caused by a strange accident involving a lawn mower, two ant eaters and a coconut tree.

Neb will be the first person to reach 10,000 posts. I'm a regular oracle [img]tongue.gif[/img]

The future of Neb:

First of all, you will shave your head completely bald, then mass-market your new home-remedy for shining up bald heads, which of course are then the only hairstyl to have.
It involves butter, Cadbury's cream eggs, and pirahnas, but one day the recipe will be stolen from you, and an animal conservation group will hunt you down for cruelty to pirahnas.
You will become an inter-galactic refugee, and an underground herofor all those who ever wanted a shiny head.
You will then find a horde of alligators, fifteen million, two hundred and thirty seven thousand, nine hundred and thirty... two of them, and then 12 pachyderms, of various varying varied varieties.
Then, with your new-found animal cohorts, you will overthrow these animal lovers, and find conclusive proof that they were actually making a form of hair gel form trouts and several types of simians.
As the new proclaimed lord of all animals, your popularity will rise rapidly, you will marry... ummm, a toliet cleaner called priscilla, and your polularity will rise yet more.
However, this wonderful ife will be tragically cut short in a publicity stunt involving three bricks, one wooly mammoth, several rare butterflies and an untied shoelace....
Oh the horror.

Encard will be dragged off into an insane asylum at the age of 22.

Neb will eradicate Denmark from the globe and move to the United States, where he's jailed by the FBI for carrying a sniper rifle around the capitol.

Azurewolf will end up in a gutter alley, drinking away the memories of what could have been when his dark armies were defeated at the Battle of Canberra in 2018 and later at the Battle of Sydney in 2020.

OK people, don't laugh, I'm a Psychic! Here's one that's 100% accurate for all those who read this:

"You will die between the age of 5 and 500" [img]smile.gif[/img]

Oh, you're doubting me? Here's one that's 95% accurate.

"You logged on to a network today" [img]smile.gif[/img]

What do you think, should I start my 1-900 line?

Hey, it's Miss Cleo!! Welcome to IW. [img]graemlins/uhoh1.gif[/img]

Never underestimate cloudbringer.