At long last, the last of the 'Merchants of the Apocalypse' series, the Pale horse, so we now have four modern and horrific interpretations of the four 'horsemen' (similar in name only, at this point), as they exist after a great and terrible holocaust, for the apocalypse may not come from above, but from our own greed and desires, horrible mutations of myth, they are the new horsemen (and believe me I know that it is death that Rides the Pale Horse, these are new merchants, like none other before them):

Plague - BB Dogs, a plague on the mind, mechanical scourges.
Famine - Pale Horse, when the grass is gone, how will the horses feed?
War - Atomic Basilisks, "We looked up, and saw them... And then we saw the bombs."
Death - The God Hound, "Where it went, we did follow. It spoke truth, and we listened. When it lied, it was death…”

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is how I turn a strange concept, a dream, an odd comment, and an old abandoned piece of work into something bizarre and unusual and a little horrible, the 'Merchants of the Apocalypse'. I will elaborate my thoughts on the subject matter later.