The ancient scrolls tell of a Chosen One. Only he can vanquish evil and restore balance to the universe. His power is infinite, and understood, but not explicit. The mob, the great oceans of men, don’t know his name, though it is written in the runes for all to see. But they sense the force in him, the life force, that binds all and everything into one unit for good.

There are pretenders. The optic goddess Jumbotronia casts her glance from face to face, to tempt the legions from the One True Tribune of the People. She is a trickster, covered in information without wisdom. Many are sacrificed on her altar. Only one can stand up to her gaze and break her spell. Only one can be triumphant. Only one will be the savior of the galaxy.

I’m sorry, I got distracted. Hey, look. The Red Wings are winning.