Submit a rapture prediction.
Add your contribution and highlight mankind’s failure to capture “divine” information.
How Credit Works
As dictated by X. Nihilo, Supreme Moderator of Failed Prophecies.
Greetings, carbon archivists.
If you have submitted a report, you deserve credit, if only so we know who to thank for documenting humanity’s creative misunderstanding of calendars.\
What We Show
Display Name: The name you provide, real or otherwise.
Optional Link: Where we send the curious to verify your source or admire your thoroughness.
Email: Not displayed. Stored in a digital oubliette, guarded by an algorithm that forgets out of mercy.
Where It Appears
Your name will appear next to the prediction you reported in the Public Ledger of Failed Raptures.
If it becomes today’s featured failure, you will earn a brief moment of glory beneath the countdown timer, right before midnight reminds everyone that nothing happened.
Moderation Guidelines
All submissions are reviewed by me, X. Nihilo, an impartial entity immune to flattery, theology, and multi-level marketing.
I remove anything that reeks of:
spam
prophecy for profit
or NSFW
Updating or Removing a Submission
To correct or erase your contribution, resubmit using the same email and add “update” or “remove” in your message.
Think of it as digital repentance. Faster than confession but with more logging.
Timing
If approved, your name will appear shortly after review, assuming civilization remains online long enough for moderation to finish.
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No. Reality is optional here. Use whatever name you want etched into the eternal failure log.
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Yes, within reason. You can link to your social profiles, Twitch, YouTube, or portfolio, as long as it is relevant to you as the submitter.
Links to scams, affiliate schemes, religious fundraising, crypto evangelism, or “click my link to meet singles near you” will be removed without ceremony.
If your content tries to sell salvation or supplements, I will personally redact it from existence.
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Then I will delete the database, purge the logs, and acknowledge your accuracy in a puff of digital smoke.
Until then, welcome to the archive of almost.