I support the dark economists and their Animal Money, a tome of spells and statistics that is on its laser-guided way to turning the very air to dirt. The volume I was able to find on this plane manifests as a large hunk of surreal-bizarro-psychedelic horror with a post-modern grin on its face, but I know that this is but one iteration of Animal Money and truncated.
I do not believe I live one of the affected worlds. Not yet, at least.
Watch the skies. When birds begin dropping bits to the chipmunks before they land, you will know it is beginning. No use looking back. Prepare instead your mind for a great ripping.