

Pestilence got distracted by a kombucha fermentation.
Famine got too full on metaphors.
Famine has a food blog with 2 million followers and zero calories.
They pitched a sitcom to Netflix: “Everybody Loves Dread.”
Pretty sure Pestilence just opened an aromatherapy spa in Sedona.
Death won't reap souls unless you Venmo first.
Pestilence has 400 unread soul notifications.
War threw out his sword and bought a Himalayan salt lamp.
Death sent a “Can we reschedule?” text and never followed up.
The apocalypse is now considered “soft-launched.”
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