[ WP ] Every single imaginable apocalypse happens simultaneously .

Death stopped his mount to admire the scenery. He watched upon a Norse god, whom Death thought was Thor, but was not sure, interlocked in battle with a giant. They were having a hard time, the possible Thor ’ s brow was flushed with sweat, and the early stages of pestilence and disease. The giant ’ s legs were being harried by a pack of zombies, chewing on his legs. Meteors rained down, both of stone and metal. The stone smashed into earth, kicking up dust and shattering the earth. The human made metal ones exploding with powerful bale light. The resulting Mushroom cloud filled the sky, and blocked Death ’ s view of the battle for a time. He decided to move on. 
 
 His mount cantered upon an exploding volcano, spewing magma and ash into the sky. Had he lungs in which to breathe, it would have flooded his lungs and clung to them, choking him from the inside. Death knew this as he watched the strange aliens filtration systems start clogging, forcing them to ditch their ‘ advanced ’ technology. He wasn ’ t too intimately familiar with their species, but it was obvious they could die like humans, which was enough for him. He watched as the rebelling robots started shooting them with the selfsame impunity they had treated their former human masters with. Laser fire and ozone filled the air as the aliens fought back. 
 
 A sharp howl snapped Death ’ s attention, as a pack of werewolves began waylaying into a masquerade of vampires. Fur and blood flew in equal parts, both groups ferociously ripping each other to shreds. Neither group saw the graveyard of ghosts, which Death could easily feel, lying in wait beneath their feet. Both sides screamed as ghastly tendrils reached from beyond to pull them into the broken and dying earth. 
 
 A ray of light burst from the billowing clouds of ash and dust. The ghosts burned by holy light as angels descended from the heavens. Death shifted in his saddle, rubbernecking in each direction until he saw what he was looking for. Devils came out in droves from blood sewn earth, charging at the holy host. Or from the gaggle of zombies on their heels. The remaining aliens started focusing laser fire in the angel ’ s direction, while more giants distracted the robotic army. Why? Death could only guess. Death decided he didn ’ t care anymore, and left without seeing who would survive, if any. 
 
 The flood had started by this time, and sea water was everywhere. It was mixing with the magma of the volcanoes, which was lucky, because he had no buoyancy to speak of. He had his mount move amongst the rapidly cooling natural walkways as hollowed eyes turned up, trying to see beyond the sky. Every so often, there was a break in the clouds, and Death could see yes, the moon was getting closer. Soon it would crash into the earth. 
 
 With nothing better to do, Death turned toward the highest mountain and began his ascent. Slowly the chaos of this apocalypse of all apocalypses faded from around him. He reached the peak, and joined the rest of the figures standing there. Fate was amongst them, and turned toward death in greeting. “ So, what do you think? ” 
 Death mulled over the question while another figure, obviously mortal, obviously drunk, which made him obviously a philosopher- answered for him. 
 
 “ It ’ s like one of those…those movies! yeah! like one of those ones! that ’ s so bad, it ’ s good! we just need some sharknados now, what ’ s with all this traditional stuff? ” the modern philosopher took another drink and turned back to the scene below. 
 
 Fate looked at death and shrugged. “ They don ’ t make them like they used to. ” 
 
 Death just stared off at the scene below. “ Or will again. I do see a lack of whirlwinds though… ” 
 
 Fate smiled ruefully. “ Damn, knew I was forgetting something. I guess since the floods are currently going it ’ s justified. ” With a wave of his hands, and a laugh in his throat, Fate shouted. “ Sharknado! I choose you! ” 

