You've had some pretty crazy dreams before, but nothing like this. You're sitting on your couch, contemplating whether or not to browse the web for job advertisements again when a short and stocky young man in a pinstripe suit waltzes through door and flops down on the couch beside you. You open your mouth to protest, but the man snaps his fingers and you find that your mouth has been replaced with a closed zipper, much like something out of a cartoon.
"Look, I don't mean to be as rude as I'm probably seeming right now, but I'm running low on time and this will be a hell of a lot faster if you keep quiet while I explain what's going on. My name's Benny, and I'm the head of scheduling for the powers that be. I'm also about to lose my job and subjected to a fate worse than death if I don't fix everything that I screwed up. You see, a few weeks ago, the Four Horsemen asked for a century and a half of paid vacation, and I figured "Oh, why the hell not, you guys really deserve a break after what you did with the entire 20th century". So I give them a break, only to find out about a week later that the apocalypse has finally been announced. Had the damn bosses not kept the thing so secret and come up with all of those fakes like the Mayan Calendar thing to throw people off, this never would have happened, but the matter stands that you can't have an apocalypse without the horsemen, and I'm the poor bastard who scheduled their leave. So I get called up to see the bosses, they threaten me with all sorts of crazy shit, and then make me an offer. If I can get another horseman, just one, and have them do a decent job, I get off scot free, and even get to keep my invitation to the apocalypse after-party. Now, if you haven't guessed it by now, I want YOU to be that horseman. You don't actually need a horse or anything, you've just gotta... here, the paperwork does a better job explaining it than I do, and I've gotta get going before I piss anyone off more than I already have."
Benny hands you a single sheet of paper before rolling off the couch and leaving through the door. On the paper is the following:
Congratulations, mortal! You have been specially selected to be the new harbinger of the end times! In order to receive your new title and powers, please answer the following questions.
What is your name?
Are you male or female?
How old are you?
What is your desired sphere of power1?
1: Due to the upcoming apocalypse, the powers that be are conserving their strength and will be unable to grant any spheres of considerable power. Requests for anything more powerful than papercuts or internet spam will most likely be denied.