Observe. This is the gargantuan space turtle Great A'Tuin, its shell and skin ravaged by meteors. Watch as the astro-chelonian slowly swims through space, carrying four elephants on its back, which in turn carry the Disk.

The Disk has been through a lot the last few hundred years. It barely escaped The Apocralypse several times, experienced so many invasions from the Dungeon Dimensions that there must be a bloody revolving door in the fabric of reality and managed to be saved from destruction by its denizens, never-mind that the other part of its denizens was responsible for triggering said destruction. But the worst is yet to come.

Notice the nonchalance displayed by the Great A'Tuin as it moves through space, unaware of its terrible fate. A fate so horrible that mothers weep over their children's craddles at the mere mention of it - a Sudden Audit.