You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind, a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination.

Your next stop, the Twilight's on. In a moment we'll hear Rod Sailing say that the main character in tonight's episode

chooses a particular time of day as his own personal Gauta Damarung.

Now this is a German word but its origins lie in Norse mythology because Gauta Damarung

is a translation of the word Ragnarok, the downfall of the gods. The German composer Wagner used it as the title of the last of four musical dramas, titled in English as the Ring of the Nebulung, which is an epic story of warring gods, a ring of power and high drama.

So this all sounds very grand, but how can it connect to that extremely short story

that we heard on the last episode?

And how does it connect to this strange little man with a parrot in his apartment, making

accusatory phone calls.

Oh, rather full morning's work, wouldn't you say, Pete?

11 names.

11 names.

Of course, it's questionable at best as to what concrete results we can expect, but at least

the seeds have been planted, the opening guns fired, the first attack rendered.

Look at them, look at them out there, the dregs carrying leeches, sucking us dry, carrying evil around with them like cold germs.

Well, we're going to have to face it sooner or later, Pete.

Phone calls are one thing, threats and exposures simply expedients.

Oh no, Pete, my old friend, we're going to have to embark on a much more ambitious course. And it must be today, Pete. It must be this afternoon.

4 o'clock, Pete.

As originally scripted, the opening narration was longer, and it went like this.

This is Oliver Crankel, a dealer in petulance and poison, a self-appointed,

self-designated, self-ordained vigilante, whose jaundest eyes peer out at an unholy world,

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