[ WP ] Life confronts Death . Death has been a little too trigger happy this year . Life wants to know why .

I put the final finishing touches on my latest project, the next evolutionary steps for a genus of flowers. It was delicate and intricate work. I had to anticipate the conditions they would face for thousands of year, how those conditions might differ from area to area where the flowers grew, and judge what mutations may emerge. I was really pleased with my work, the various variations were very pretty. They had been before the changes as well, but life can not remain stagnant, it must move on. 
 
 The work had absorbed me for quite some time and I found that several of Earth's years had passed since I last checked in on the planet. Various reports and statistics would have been delivered yearly and I searched around through my sprawling residence trying to find where they might have hid themselves. I'm not much of one for facts and figures, and I find they often try and elude me. Some might have called my home messy and chaotic, but I like it. Life is never neat and tidy. 
 
 I finally located some ledgers and began to review them. They looked vaguely familiar... ohh... they were from a century past. I continues searching and turned up yellowed pages with doodles of dinosaurs on them, way way out of date then... maybe I should do a little cleaning. Finally I found the stack of the new deliveries right where deliveries always came in. Hmm, I probably should have started looking there. 
 
... This couldn ’ t be right... The death figures, they were BEYOND outrageous. They had to be a mistake... And what had happened to the birth rates?! What was Dear Deathy up to. In all the millennia of our existence we had never broken the allotted ratios we had set down when we first started the whole existence thing. Sure sometimes I got a bit overzealous and he would have to come up with some calamity to compensate, but we always chatted about it before hand. 
 
 I headed straight off to give him a scolding. 
 
 Death greeted me all chummily like he had done nothing wrong. I was n't going to have any of that. I laid into him. HE'D NEALY WIPED EVERYTHING I'D WORKED SO HARD TO CREATE OUT, WHAT WAS HE THINKING! He let me rave at him for a while showing no expression on... well I could n't actually see his face in that dark cowl of his, but there was no expression in his posture either and no body language spoke to me. 
 
 When I'd finished he asked me when last I looked at the Earth. I sheepishly admitted it might have been a couple of decade. He took me to his viewing place and and and... it was all white. Not just the wintery parts. All of it was white except parts of the ocean. WHAT DID YOU DO DEATH!!! 
 
 He offered no excuses, instead he told me those humans I created were out of control. WHAT!? He said it's called nuclear winter. He had done nothing. My creation had destroyed our planet and killed just about everything including themselves. 

