I shall be known as the world's greatest conquerer of my living room.
After I have passed future generations shall marvel at my accomplishments. Pondering the great battle of the coffee table they shall be amazed at the record of my brilliant strategems, and wonder how I achieved victory against such odds. At my monument of empty yogurt containers* they will ponder their own station in life, and wonder if they will be able to achieve all that I have.
Seriously though I haven't a clue.
*I feel the need to state that my living room is actually very tidy and there are no empty yogurt containers laying around.