[ WP ] You are one of the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse . As the time approaches to wipe out all life on earth you have a change of heart and decide to lead a rebellion .

''War, what are you doing?'' asked Conquest after I put a slug into his horse. I had my favorite weapon in my hands, a 12 gauge double barrel shotgun, not very effective but pretty fun to use.''Preventin' this dumb shit.'' I replied to that white fucker with his shitty bow. I mean who the fuck uses a bow these days? It was n't even one of those fancy modern bows, it was a fucking composite bow made from cedar wood. I digress, anyway I had just shot all of our rides, cept' Blitz which was my own damn horse, no man should ever kill his own fuckin' horse unless it's too sick or broken to get better. So there I was, next to those three fuckers, Conquest, that fancy idiot, thinkin' he's cool and hip when nobody even remembers him, I mean come on he named his horse Glory who does that unless he is a fucking prick? Famine, always hated that guy, he made it so hard to keep a good war goin' when everybody was dyin' of hunger instead of shootin' the other side. Always so fuckin' moody and killin' his horse was a act of mercy, if it was n't functionally immortal cept' for special occasions like this it would have starved to death before creation, poor horse had a bad master, guess I ca n't blame it for not resistin'. Death was the worst, a stupid rule keeper and constant pain in the rear. Always takin' away the soldiers who could still have had another good fight, and scaring the remnants so they could n't fight no more, and that horse, always somethin' special about it.''Oh no Reaper needs to get his hair brushed'' or''I am not treading my horse through this mud just to pick up those souls.'' always somethin' about it you know? 
 
 I mean we are all some mean sons of bitches but at least I cared for my charge, kept the men in good spirits for as long as I could, tried to make sure the good guys won in most cases and even dragged a few young kids away from the blasts when nobody was lookin'. And what thanks do I get? I have to ruin the fuckin' planet and then that's just it. No more boys longing for that sweet girl back home, no more rowdy nights in the barracks, no more playin' pranks and doin' the fun stuff with the camp followers. 
 
 I loved my job, made mankind strong and gave them challenges, unlike the other three I did good things. I landed at Normandy during D-Day and helped the allies, made friends with the local girls and boys who were REALLY happy to meet a strong''American'' liberator. I gave the idea to some scientists about a bomb cuz' I knew it would prevent too many civilian casualties in the long run. See I care about people, they are n't as bad as the that fucker on heavens throne thinks. I especially loved the 100 years war, got a knighthood and a wife in France for my contributions. She was nice, never tried bein' a husband and a father before but I got the hang of it. Miss those days. I still visit her grave every now and then. 
 
 The others though, all grim and uncaring. So when the order from on high came I decided to just shot the damn horses and then retire. Anyway where were we? Oh yeah. So out of the bar came my three colleagues, pissed that I just ruined their rides.''Why hast thou undone our mounts?'' Asked that wannabe Famine. Death looked with his cold fuckin' eyes at me. We had worked together at a lot of places, did n't mean we liked one another. I did n't like what he did, was n't fair to those humans, Unit 731 and those damn camps in Germany and Poland were n't my fucking idea of good times. He said my methods were inefficient ways of killin'. Well I ai n't about the killin', I am about the challenge. I said to those three dirtbags:''I quit, you can go back to hell or whereever he spawned you, I am goin' home.'' They were n't too pleased by that, nah they were pretty pissed.''We have a sacred charge given to us by the most holy lord of all the heavens too...'' Conquest said until I cut him off right there with a shot to his chest. Dirty son a poxy whore.''Yah, you see, that's mighty fine but I like that blue orb, had some really good times there and I ai n't ready to say goodbye to her yet. And that most holy lord can go fuck himself bloody with his fuckin' fruits and yer dead horses. If he wins I die, so do you. And I am not interested in my own execution.'' So I jumped on the back of my horse Blitz, and rode off to do something else instead of endin' the bleedin' world. Maybe an old warrior like me could finally return home.
