"A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man."- Joseph Campbell, "The Hero with a Thousand Faces"
"I'm Hell's messenger. Name's Riddick."- Riddick, "The Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Dark Athena"
[Searching space ships sweep lights over steam-venting fissures in the industrial wasteland. A shadowy figure parkours from one junk pile to the next. He stops in darkness. Waits a beat. His eyes gleam silver.]
RIDDICK: Mutilus IV. Seen some ugly rocks in this sector, but none as ugly as Mutilus. Fourteen billion sump mutants and scum bag bounty hunters and every one of them wants a piece of me. They say that it's the most dangerous planet in the whole 'verse.
[Riddick leaps down silently behind a bounty hunter.]
RIDDICK: Maybe they're right. I'm here.
[Riddick snaps the bounty hunter's neck and drags his body.]
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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