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The Apocalypse force always seeks to put an end to the Earth as we know it. Four furries gave up their souls to the evil entity in order to mitigate the deadly forces. Their names were erased from existence, their faces hidden behind masks, their age drained from their bodies and reduced into cubs. To survive, they had to continuously afflict fragments of disaster. Their fate is to be loathed, despised and driven out for what they have become.

Kamathadon, who grew acres of crops in Savakki, became Famine. Wherever she went she would drive hunger into your stomach with her knife and she would steal your milk, cookies and babyfood. No morsel could satisfy her own stomach.

Kerlekir, who was talented at horticulture in Babylon, became Pestilence. His presence spread sickness with his mace and the smell of his stinky diapers was appalling. No medicine or treatment could cure his own ailments.

Furrais, who was an experienced hunter in Lupercal, became War. His arrival would come unexpectedly. With his hand-and-a-halfer sword, peace turned to squabbles, arguments and fights and bullies were abundant. No joy or love could soothe his savage breast.

Burrloa, who was a seamstress in trade inside Burh, became Death. She spread a shadow of fear in her path and everything was deathly quiet. Her scythe reduced anyone it struck into a sleep-like state. No blessings could bring a better life into her souless existence.

Should you meet any of the those cubs, be extremely wary. The apocalypse they bring you may leave you traumatised for life. Those cubs are not evil, just misunderstood. Who can say if there is a way to stifle the problems that they bring?