Immediately there was a thunder of hooves. The crowd was silenced, eager to see what would appear.

Four horsemen on great black steeds burst out fro the tunnel. They galloped towards Zoltab's throne, brought their horses to a shuddering halt and saluted. The crowd went wild, for they were a truly awful sight to behold.

The first sat tall and gaunt in the saddle. His skin was stretched so tightly over his bones it seemed as though it was about to tear. The fire in his eyes was savage. Armed with a sharp spear, he was starving for blood.

The second one was worse to look at. His face was covered with sores and boils. Yellow pus ran from encrusted scabs and black bile flowed from his nose. Armed with a bulbous mace, he was sick for blood.

The third was almost invisible, surrounded as he was by a haze of stinging wasps and deadly mosquitoes. The black cloud of insects swarmed around him wherever he went. Armed with a trident and net, he was burning for blood.

But the fourth was worst of all. For in the saddle sat nothing but a skeleton. A set of remains revivified by some diabolic force, is skull set in a terrble grin that was worse than any expression of hatred could ever be. Armed with a great sword, he was dying for blood.

-Dominic Barker, Blart I, 2006

The four horsemen are Famine, Disease, Pestilence and Death. Have you met them? If you haven't, surely you must have seen or heard of them.

San-zai, san-zai.


Not difficult to guess what I'm doing now (;


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