Hello, I am the Angel of Death, and I want you to work for me. There was a time in which your kind foolishly believed the world would end, and I will transplant you from your current dimension to that era. You will bring such an event to a dark and evil threat to mankind; this of course being a powerful cult comprised of the cruelest psychopaths orchestrating their venomous plans to destroy your future with their practices. For this you will be gifted with my powers of strength, wisdom, and the ability to fly, which will protect you from the cult's heavy weaponry. The, as your American slang terminology would dictate, "perks" of this job will be to discover the woman of your dreams ten years prior to your initial meeting, and the opportunity to prevent earlier horrors in her life from ever happening. Ah, I see your anticipation now- but be warned; the effects of your conquest will bury you in a twisted war, bringing with it pestilence and then me. Though I employ, I'm not allowed to play favorites. But the decision is yours; will you work for me?
