Death had to take on apprentices over the years as the Population had expanded. This was both a boon and a regret to Death; he had more free time to spend on fun, but it also meant that Death now lacked a personal touch for the mortals.

  "Fun," Death whispered to himself, "What kind of fun can we get up to today?"

  He pulled open his phone and displayed the list of names he had to dispose of.

  "48 left," Death grumbled, "I think I have to take on another trainee." He had been on the lookout for several years for a new recruit, but it had to be the right sort of person, so his search was ongoing.

  He walked through the wall of a nearby hotel, looking for the next soul to remove. He had to recheck the GPS several times before finally arriving at the body; it was unceremoniously hanging from the ceiling fan, waiting for him. The previous occupant of the body was weeping next to the fresh corpse; She was a pretty thing, not that the flesh told the same story; Remainders rarely looked like the flesh they came from. She had not been kind to herself, and it showed.

  "Too young," Death found himself saying aloud.

  He picked up the weeping remainder and gently pushed it through a rift. He sighed, it ate him up, these encounters had for centuries. Death and all his minions had no choice but to see the darkest and worst of the Mortals; the best of their selfless deeds were not enough to lighten the grind on Death himself.

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  "I need something fun to do..." Death said to himself; every decade or so, Death found himself looking for a new scheme, a change of pace, to lighten things up.

  "Hmmm, What about something small?" He asked, "What about a little accident or maybe a Terrorism? Naw, that's no fun, I want something big" His mischievous side was showing through, and was giving him bad ideas.

  If Death were honest with himself, he would have to admit that all of his schemes were only a defense mechanism. His plans were a mere distraction from the horrors he is forced to endure daily. It is his escape and his way of venting the awfulness that these Mortals do to themselves.

  "I Know, how about I get the Boys back together and End the world" His smile was nightmare fuel, too bad only a handful of mortals could ever see it.

  "It will never be like it was in Babylon, But we can still have some fun." he mused and entered the backyard of a College student.

  Death waited by the pool for the inevitable.

  Student collected and tossed with little care into a rift, Death went about his business; that was until an idea struck him. It was a great idea, it had all the hallmarks of the Great Apocalypses, war, terror, civil unrest, plague, people Tearing each other apart. It was perfect.

  "Now, I just need to get the boys back together."

  The Plan was simple, straightforward, and easy to execute, however getting the other riders to come along was a different matter altogether.

  Calling, emailing and even stopping By their lairs several times only got 75% of the Band Back together, but that was most of them, and it would have to do.

  A few seeds of discord, and a little bit of anxious energy, toss in a dash of disease and peril, and humanity did what humanity always does, act like scared chattel.

  A few months of planning later, and almost all of his Fellow Riders on-board, the plan was producing as expected, well not quite as expected... He still couldn't explain the thing with all the toilet paper.