[AgentZero]

The conversation between Agent Zero and the Four Horseriders of the Apocalypse seems to have ended. For a long moment, there is silence, then, inexplicably, the five begin playing Paper, Rock, Scissors. One by one, the Riders are eliminated, until only Zero remains. He leaps to his feet, one hand raised in triumph.
"Wooo! I win! Um... What do I win?"
"Leadership, and therefore control of the forces that we Riders wield." War informs him.
"Coool! Death! Go poke Renegade!"
"I'm afraid it doesn't work like that."
"Awwww...."
The Angel of Death leans forward ominously."As he who controls the forces of Armageddon you must seperate the worthy from the unworthy, decide who will perish and who will survive the coming inferno."
Agent Zero looks suitably shocked."Out of the whole forum? Did you guys lose on purpose?"
Famine ignores the second question."No," he says in a voice like dry, crackling leaves."You must simply decide between the two cantinas. One will survive, and the other will be annhilated in a holocaust of divine & demonic energy that quite frankly, will look really cool."
Agent Zero's shoulders sag."Seems like an awful lot of responsibility to dump on a guy for winning a Rock Paper Scissors game."