What constitutes a legend? Is it powers and abilities beyond those of mortal men -- or is it a fighting heart that refuses to acknowledge defeat? For centuries beyond numbering, from the ancient campfire to the towering condominium, man has relied on his legends to hold back the night!
By higher authorities, or by our own conscience, we have all been charged with the welfare of souls... with meeting justice and mantaining order in the midst of chaos. We are all guardians of that small strong spark which lights the lives of mortals, and for as man and woman shall remain mortals-- for the next thousand years-- we must continue to perform our duties...
Consider life-- a commodity so precious that it is measured, not in cents and dollars, but in minutes and days -- the greatest of all gifts, given to each man only once -- which, if cheaply bartered or poorly-spent, can never be regained...or can it?
Since the first simple life-form crawled from the pounding turf, the sea has been laced with legend! From the daring men who faced the raging waves in primitive wooden craft to those who probe the hidden depths today in devices of plastic and steel, fables have been passed, secrets whispered from father to son... You know my name! I am called the Phantom Stranger -- and the path we shall follow leads deep into that darkness...
Man-- the eternal interloper, the bludgeoning builder of dreams-- is a creature discontented with the wealth that surrounds him! Fingers outstretched and grasping, he has intruded upon places he has little right to be-- his imprint is left on the bed of the ocean, his corrugated bootmark on the face of the moon! I am called the Phantom Stranger-- and it is not my task to pass judgment on these deeds! I leave that up to you!
I couldn't go, Cassandra-- and leave you in possible danger once more! Until this sickness is wiped from the face of the Earth, you will stand by my side-- and we shall face the Dark Circle---- together!
Men live by their history-- it is the source of their identity! Deny a man his past, and you are denying his present! Men call me The Phantom Stranger, and wonder if I have a past! Not knowing they doubt, and doubting my past-- they disblieve my very existence!
I have walked hundreds of billions of miles across this Earth... across time and space... through the blinding light of the Elysian Fields... and the darkest depths of pandemonium... where the stench and despair of the chaoplasm is always a potent reminder of how far man can fall. I am the Phantom Stranger. And the stranger comes... when the stranger is needed.
Man will seek hope in any form when all about him seems hopeless. He will follow the loudest voice in the darkest, deepest pits... he will set mortality aside in the name of survival. He will ally himself with the Devil in the name of salvation.