In a post-apocalyptic future which your narrow minds are currently too blind to foresee, self improvement will become an international goal which is essentially forced upon individuals the world over. It is at this time that a prophet will rise from the huddled masses of mediocrity. Speaking in tongues of distorted melodies and constant contradictions, this anti-hero will preach freedom and salvation from the monotony of everday life through self destruction. The people of the world, so desperate to better themselves in any way possible, will be unable to resist this new method which had never before been considered (indeed it makes sense that in order to achieve greatness we must first taste worthlessness). Drunk on the power of his newfound following, this righteous bringer of destruction will abandon his God-given name for a number (which, unlike the beast whose number is that of man, will rather bring his likeness closer to that of a machine). By the time he turns his back on his followers it will be too late and the process of complete extinction will already have begun.
However, fear not, oh weak minded individuals. For this time is a distant future, perhaps even another plain of existence completely seperate from our own. So revel in your own shortcomings and welcome the endtimes with open arms and shit eating grins. For certainly you are not one of these doomed followers. And this false savior is absolutely not a single man disguising himself as a musical talent (or lack thereof). And this number, which is destined to be the downfall of anyone foolish enough to apply it to themself, is certainly, definitely and absolutely NOT the 3000.
