The sun was barely coming over the Rim. The sun shone upon the octarine fields near the Ramtops where a farmer was busy herding his sheep, when suddenly, something strange happened.
The farmer was counting his sheep when a loud roaring sound was heard. Every sheep was running around, going crazy, and the farmer was trying to calm them down. Then, the sound got closer, and closer, and even closer. Woosh!
Accompanying the sound, a giant gust of wind blew away the sheep miles away as the farmer got dragged along. In a split second, he could see what that enormous squall was; the Ghost Rider.
The farmer, terror-struck, said: ''Damn. We're fucked.''
In the shimmering metropolis known as Ankh-Morpork, the Death of Discworld was enjoying a nice plate of curry. He was just looking at the Curry Gardens menu, when suddenly he sensed something. The sound returned, and soon enough, the gust of wind did also.
Death stood up and said: WAITER, THE CHECK PLEASE.
The Klatchian waiter nodded, and gave him the check.
THANK YOU, SIR. DUTY CALLS.
In a back alley of the Shades, an innocent storehand is at the end of his rope. He didn't get his paycheck, he got spit and stepped on, he got tricked in to wearing a diaper for the rest of the day, and he got fired. His day can not any wor-
''Ugh!''
A mugger stabs him in the back and steals his money. There he lies, chewed out and at the end of his rope.
''Hell yeah, totally stole that guys money! My day can not get any better!''
HEY, DIRTBAG.
''Huh?''
Bam! The mugger gets punched back several feet and hits a wall.
''Please, don't hurt me! I'll give it back!''
YOU, GUILTY. LOOK INTO MY EYES.
''No! Please, I'll do anything you want! Have mercy!''
SORRY, ALL OUT OF MERCY. YOUR SOUL IS STAINED BY THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT. FEEL THEIR PAIN.
''No! Stop, please!''
HEY, DIRTBAG!
The Rider turned around.
DON'T YOU DARE STEAL MY JOB.
To be continued...