What do you think? Two years?
Remember kids: Girl D&D is Fake D&D. It’s a perversion of the wargame cake with RP frosting added in post-production. It’s all frosting with a few crumbs to maintain the semblance of respectability. That metaphor is so perfect that whenever the YerTerbs algorithm crams another LiveD&D Let’s Play Cast into my pristine SDL and Bear-Fest heavy feed I think of this scene from Death Becomes Her:
I give it maaaybe three years. The 2020 Trumpslide will feed the hambeasts a real need for escapism, and pretending to be D&D players will provide them with added impetus to keep their fangs fastened on D&D’s jugular to suckle on that sweet, sweet creative juice that we creative types have invested into the hobby and which they can only ape and enervate. Then, once the reality of the God Emperor Eternal sets in, the novelty seekers and locusts will move on and we stalwarts can set about rebuilding this hobby from the ashes.
We’ve done it before, we can do it again.