It just occurred to me that a lot of posts in the DDO forums are like...
There are mushroom clouds from nuclear bombs exploding in the distance. On the horizon, Cthulu is lumbering ashore, smashing an oil refinery and causing the storage tanks to explode. Alien monsters with great, fang filled mouths are running down the middle of the street, eating anyone they can catch. In the sky, flying saucers are shooting death rays at random buildings and just zapped a large suspension bridge during rush hour, sending hundreds of commuters plunging to their doom.
At that very moment, the 47 year old, balding, overweight contractor who laid tile in your spare bathroom walks out of his house, looks around, and exclaims, "I demand to know what is going on and who is going to clean up this mess!"
I don't mean that as a dig on anyone. I have this image in my mind representing the complete futility of human existence.