The 3 Horsewomen

Title: "The Three Horse Women of the Apocalypse"

We see them approach separately, War and Pestilence arrive first on black horses.

Pestilence: Hi War.

War: Hi Pestilence!

Pestilence: Where's Death?

War: Here she comes.

Pestilence: Oh no what is she riding?

War: I wouldn't bring it up, she gets pretty touchy about it.

Pestilence: Yeah its probably for the best.

Death arrives riding a white sheep.

Death: Hello Ladies! 

War and Pestilence: Hi there. How are you.

Death: good good.

They all remove their masks. And fill glasses of wine.

War: I've always wondered, why are there only three of us?

Pestilence – Horsewomen of the apocalypse?

War - Yes

Pestilence: I don't know. Maybe it's because we're the only ones who can handle the power.

Death: Or maybe it's because we're the only ones who are willing to do it.

War: I think it's because we're the only ones who are crazy enough.

Pestilence: Whatever the reason, we're the ones who bring the apocalypse.

Death: And we're damn good at it.

The three horsewomen clink their glasses together and laugh.

War: Ladies, focus! The real question is, why do people always think we're male? We're clearly female!

Pestilence: Maybe they're just blinded by my aura of death and decay. It's hard to tell gender when you're choking on toxic fumes.

War: No, no, we've been mistaken for men because our names are a bit ambiguous, asexual even.

Death: But we're the Horse Women of the Apocalypse! It's in our title!

Pestilence: (coughing) I think they hear “horse” and think "man." It's a common mistake. Should we change our names to something more feminine?

War: Absolutely not! We're not changing our names just because some mortals can't handle a bit of gender confusion.

War: So, why have we always been mistaken for male?

Pestilence: I don't know. Maybe it's because we're so powerful.

Death: Or maybe it's because we're so feared.

War: I think it's because people don't expect women to be so dangerous.

Pestilence: Well, they're wrong. We are the most dangerous creatures in the world.

Death: And we're not afraid to show it.

The three horsewomen stand up and raise their glasses in a toast.

War: To the three horsewomen of the apocalypse!

Pestilence: May we bring an end to all worlds and crush the hope of all who oppose us!

Death: And may we never be mistaken for male again!

The three horsewomen clink their glasses together and laugh

They replace their masks and declare.

War: I can't wait to see the look on their faces when we destroy everything they've ever loved!

Pestilence: I'm going to enjoy spreading corruption and disease throughout the land!

Death: And I'm going to collect the souls of the damned!

They rear their horses! and one sheep.