This one is for all the people who are familiar with the constant forum drama within the tabletop RPG community. So, without further to do, here's my prediction of the future of tabletop RPG communities in the coming years.
White Wolf's newest attempts at reviving World of Darkness fail miserably and Paradox shuts down White Wolf. Martin Ericsson then moves to Branson, Missouri so he can drink himself to death like Nicholas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas. He succeeds in his mission. Andrew Eldritch delivers the eulogy while Siouxsie and the Banshees serve as the pallbearers. Despite being a pallbearer, Siouxsie Sioux is afraid to actually touch Ericsson's coffin, believing it to be bad luck. As a result, the coffin tumbles and the former CEO of White Wolf gets pantsed at his own funeral. Nobody else attends Ericsson's funeral because there is a cash bar and Goth music sucks.
With White Wolf defunct, Onyx Path will go bankrupt and a lot of butthurt SJW freelancers will have to get real jobs. Meanwhile, RPG.net rejoices when Martin Ericsson's alcohol-infused pants are discovered in the bushes near Silver Dollar City (since he didn't get a decent burial). This victory is short-lived as the administration of RPG.net end up involved in a complicated Ponzi Scheme with Lady Gaga, Silvio Berlusconi, and the Saudi Royal Family. Gaga and the Saudi Royals are acquitted while several RPG.net mods and Admins are sent to federal prison for the rest of their lives. Silvio Berlusconi ends up serving twenty minutes of a life sentence before purchasing RPG.net and shutting it down. He then meets up with Trump and the two throw a massive bunga-bunga party at the Villa Jovis on the island of Capri. Many former Onyx Path freelancers are at this party as live entertainment. Berlusconi and Trump refer to them as "Little Fishes"
The Forge goes under after Ron Edwards is convicted of high treason by the Crown of Norway. Edwards is sentenced to 21 years in prison and is placed in the same cell as mass shooter Anders Bering Brevik.
Finally, somewhere at a country club in Uruguay, The RPG Pundit is sipping on a glass of fine Scotch, smoking a Cuban cigar, smiling in joy.
"It has gone exactly as planned!" he mutters to himself before taking another sip of Scotch and joining his buddy Zak Sabbath for a fine game of old-school D&D in the front parlor of the country club.