"I LOOK UPON MY CREATION AND I DESPAIR. MANKIND HAS TURNED FROM ME, AND HAS THUS UTTERLY FALLEN FROM GRACE. I SHALL NO LONGER LET THIS FAILURE BE. CALL FORTH THE RIDERS OF THE APOCALYPSE, CALL FORTH DEATH, AND WAR, AND PESTILENCE AND FAMINE! CALL THEM TO DO WHAT I HAVE CREATED THEM FOR, TO BRING AN END TO ALL THAT IS, TO UNMAKE ALL THAT I HAVE MADE. IN THE END, LET THERE BE NOTHING AT ALL..."

Thus spoke the Lord, and all the angels wept bitterly.