What's happened to someones life that they have to convince themself of these fictional scenarios, and then share them with the world? It's like one of those 'empty chair' excercises a therapist might give to someone whose life is spiralling out of control. "So, if you could talk to yourself from a year in the future, what would he be saying to improve your outlook?" "Reyt, the mags are relegated..."
every time things get shitter for them, they just dream up new better future scenarios.