Hovering silently above our huddled forms, the specter's eyes stared down at us, blank of expression. "This gift I give as a token of good faith," it said, handing a strangely-wrapped package to me. "Spread this knowledge throughout the world, and you shall be rewarded. However, should you fail in this modest charge, you both shall be cast into darkness, trapped forever in the hell of ignorance." The wraith disappeared, leaving us alone. Nothing could be said, at first. The strangeness of the situation was still too fresh, and the frigid feeling of dread still clung to our thoughts. Finally, R_ spoke up. "It didn't say how we had to let everyone know, did it?" "No," I answered meekly. R_ smiled, and The Ghost of Ronald Wilson was born...