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Wanted to give Malgar some kind of a fleshy crown :3

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The Four Horsemen whose Ride presages the end of the world are known to be Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence. But even less significant events have their own Horsemen. For example, the Four Horsemen of the Common Cold are Sniffles, Chesty, Nostril, and Lack of Tissues; the Four Horsemen whose appearance foreshadows any public holiday are Storm, Gales, Sleet, and Contra-flow.

Terry Pratchett - Interesting Times

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The Four Seasons of the Apocalypse

Spring of Famine: When spring came, the skies cleared and the sun radiated the land with life, inspiring the earth to blossom. The candescent waves were so compelling we couldn’t stop ourselves from indulging in the wonderful weather. Time lost all meaning as we frolicked and danced. We put the pleasure of spring over our bodies cries for rest from merriment. We took no notice in how tired our bodies were as we were hypnotized by the false miracles of nature. Greed was the first one who fell, followed by gluttony. Their desire for the euphoric weather was too strong as their bodies simply gave out from deprivation.

Summer of War: When summer came, the clouds caught fire and the fields dried up. The heat smothered the land and cooked our minds. Even the most tranquil ones felt the burning agitation course through them. The now tinder covered relationships caught fire and burned away at the slightest hint of friction. Sparks were flying in a house covered in oil as we were driven mad by the intense heat. Tensions were high and the energy was volatile. It was pride and wraith this time around who couldn’t keep cool and turned on one another. The tempers had reached their boiling points as they lashed out in a fiery rage that in the end, burned them alive.

Fall of Pestilence: When fall came, it grew darker and the nights grew longer. The sun that overstayed its welcome barely come by anymore. As the leafs slowly died so did our bodies. Illness was in our lungs as we breathed out the toxins inhaled from the decomposing earth. The never ending night mocked us as there simply was not enough pillows for the sick. The lost and hopeless began sharing beds with strangers. Toxoplasmosis entered our coal and when used to burn the sick and lascivious, only filled the air with tainted soot. Upon breathing in the ash nihilism poisoned our minds. Fitting then it was lust and sloth found dead at midnight. Under the covers together, in the same bed. Winter of Death: When winter came, there was no life left to take. The cold barren isolation had long since killed me. My bones froze solid, finding no need to move anymore. The ash that rained from the sky perversely masqueraded around telling those left it was snow. None would fall for its tricks. None could fall for its tricks. The air was still yet howled of the final days slowly ticking away. Humanity didn’t freeze in time, rather time outlasted humanity. I can only be true to my name. I didn’t get to blindly go in bliss like greed and gluttony. I had no final blaze of glory like pride and wraith. I wont fade away taking comfort in being held like lust and sloth. I will go alone and I will resent it. I will wish my burdens on someone else if it meant for me to switch places with one of my already fallen kin. I am envy and I feel the cold touch of death freeze my body solid.