[ WP ] The Apocalypse has come , several of them actually . They do n't get along .

The desert horizon was still and calm as the sun silently dipped below it. The silence was broken by the clamouring of a horse's hooves. The horse had a man riding it, a horseman if you will. But this was n't an ordinary horseman, this was Death, a horseman of the apocalypse. Famine took one last drag on his cigar. `` Not this again'' he thought. This was meant to be his apocalypse. Everyone was going to starve to death under his totalitarian reign as his horse trampled crop field after crop field. But no, it could n't be that simple, because Death had shown up. Death, who has the power to cut out the'starving to' in starving to death. Death, who was so OP compared to all the other horsemen. Death, who had the biggest horse, for no reason other than divine favouritism. Famine had complained in both heaven and hell about Death being overpowered, and that it was unfair that he always got the kill becuase he literally is the kill, but to no avail. Post-mortal beurocracy meant that it was unlikely that God had even heard his concerns, let alone actually thought about them. `` It's no wonder purgatory's so big if they're that slow at processing things'', Famine thought. He braced himself for an argument with Death as he drew nearer and the evening drew darker, but before that could happen, some familiar voices approached from behind and spoke with frightening unison. 
 
 `` So, Famine, we meet again.'' Famine turned around to be greeted by War and Conquest. 
 
 `` Why is it that every time I try to do an apocalypse, at least one of you shows up? And this time it's all three of you!'' Famine asked. 
 
 `` Actually, you always show up when I try to do apocalypses. You're the real apocalypse-stealer here.'' Replied Conquest. 
 
 Finally, Death pulled up alongside. `` Leave this to me. I'm better than any one of you.'' He said. 
 
 The four horsemen were here, and they did not get along.
