The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have arrived on earth and look very different from how we imagined them. Announced by a clap of thunder, they appear on stage wearing colourful capes and clutching their essential tools. Conquest is holding a bow, War brandishes a sword, Famine swings a weighting scale, but Death is nowhere to be found, although his scythe is laying on the floor.
Without uttering a word, the three mates start enjoying themselves freely, playing dangerous games whose fatal injuries turn out to be reversible, thanks to the absence of Death.
The desolate landscape is somewhere in between an abandoned seaside resort and the Far West. A beach hut with red and white curtains is flanked by an assortment of old fashioned camping gear and other furnishings. A pan is mounted on a tripod to stand over an unlit pile of twigs, besides stands metal bucket full of bottle caps, a milk churn, a watering can and a chair sawn in two halves. Sand covers the floor, and a dead tree stump is upstanding in the corner, offering support to a couple of deckchairs, a bird cage and a reproduction of Leonardo da Vinci's Last Supper. Empty wine bottles, crushed drink cans and a beach ball are scattered around, as well as a Nokia 3310 kept together with electrical tape. Tarnished cutlery, a piece of rope and a snake-charmer basket complete the picture.
