As a giant section of Antarctic glacier collapsed yesterday, scientists were astonished to discover an enormous Boris, which had evidently been frozen there since the last ice age.  All attempts to communicate with the Boris have been met by incomprehensible gibberish, which experts say have increased the likelihood that that 'our' Boris is indeed a descendent of this ancient proto-Boris.
The creature was last seen crossing the Pacific, heading North.  Some are predicting the emergence of an enormous Donald somewhere under the Arctic ice, and are warning that - if this does take place - the two must not be allowed to meet, for fear of the reaction that would take place.  This latest development clearly shows that the Climate Emergency is entering a deadly new phase.

As energy prices soared, even Dark Lords had to cut back.  Huge volcanoes brimming with molten larva were tax deductible, of course, as long as any magic rings thus forged were used for business purposes.  But really, a small campfire would often suffice and the insurance costs were much more reasonable.

Frank couldn't wait to find out which super-nice person would win the next Tory leadership race.

By the time her victims realised there was something wrong, it was too late.

Steve hated thursdays.

And in the far, far future, the small cult of Johnsonites grew to a Galaxy-spanning religion, detailed depictions of their God-Emperor adorning their ever-multiplying holy sites, places of pilgrimage for those poor, devout souls who had lost children, or parents, or (sometimes) everything in one of the ever-multiplying wars of holy conquest which was expanding the one true religion ever outwards towards yet further stars.

When the portals came, there were dinosaurs.
Of course there were dinosaurs.  The narrative pressures were too great - too many minds wanting - too many souls hoping - the portals opened, and the psycho-osmotic pressure thrust the dinosaurs through.  The Universe had become porous, like a mountain of broken rocks through which the liquid stuff of reality itself could pour.

The gigantic ship was over three kilometres long, and was - the leaders assured everyone - fully equipped for the interstellar voyage.  Old Trump rarely left his biomechanical life support chamber, which took up huge swathes of the upper decks.  No-one complained about this.  To complain would have been unwise.  Trump and his supporters called the trip voluntary, and the word ‘exile’ was banned in public discourse aboard ship.

There is an inevitable NFT of this.