[ WP ] An angel appears in a cloud of light and gives you a scroll titled `` The End of the World '' and a quill . What do you write down ?

It was 11PM, and I was on my way home from work, having just left the train station. My house was a good walk away, but most of the street was well lit. It wasn ’ t until I got to the street right before my house that it got creepy. No streetlights, pitch black, bars on windows, the type of houses where grass never cares to grow and boarded windows read, “ KEEP OUT. ” Note taken, board. Note taken. 
 
 I tossed my hoodie up, threaded my thumbs through my backpack ’ s straps and increased my pace. “ Just a few more blocks, ” I whispered to myself. Then, to my complete shock, there was an explosion above my head. First, all I saw was I own shadow cast on the ground, from a blinding light. The reflection alone cast just off the windows of houses and cars shone like a lighthouse in the fog. It was soon followed by a sonic boom, which knocked me to my knees and rattled the Earth below me. 
 
 “ Oh my God! ” I screamed, covering my head. “ It ’ s happened, ” I thought. They finally nuked us, with no idea as to who the “ they ” might be. They ’ ve gone and killed us all. But why this small town? We ’ re in the middle of nowhere. The rumbling ceased and the light slowly faded to a gentle searing, as opposed to full on blinding. The light wasn ’ t just light; it was a figure, humanoid in the vaguest of senses. It was a being, with glowing beams extending from its shoulders. 
 
 “ You have been given the task, ” the light being held out its hands and held a glowing orb of plasma. The orb rearranged itself into a golden scroll, etched with platinum writing. A second, equally sized orb was formed into a magnificent quill, taken from a bird I ’ m not sure ever existed on Earth. At the very top of the scroll it read, 
 “ The End of the World. ” I held the scroll back, hunting for more writing, turned it over, even held it close looking for fine print. The rest was blank. “ The End of the World, ” and the rest was left up to me. 
 
 “ Oh…, ” I looked back at the being, needing to squint. “ Why me? ” The being remained silent, pulsing beams of energy in every direction. “ Why isn ’ t anyone else seeing this? ” Again, it didn ’ t answer. I assumed it was some sort of God magic and went back to the scroll. Hovering by my head, the rainbow quill waited. As I finally took it into my hands, it felt of velvet. Placing it to the page, I made my first mark. It was seriously the finest writing implement I ’ ve ever used. I expected it to be scratchy, like any other quill, but no. This is what a Pilot pen strives to be. 
 
 Finishing my entry, I rolled the scroll up and handed it to the creature of light. The quill faded into an intangible light and rejoined with the creature. Holding the scroll out, the being looked to me and said, 
 
 “ You are sure of this choice? As I read this aloud, so it will be made manifest. ” 
 
 “ Yup, ” I nodded. 
 
 “ Very well, ” it then flicked open the scroll and displayed it. 
 “ ‘ The End of the World Will Be…. Not Yet. ’ ” 

