Megalo

There is something terribly wrong with Ezra Hinckley. His relaxed, even joyful demeanor in the circumstances we find him- his childlike innocence matched only by his unrestricted violence- an indication towards the uncompromising dark journey before us. The more we learn of him, the less we understand him. We are keenly unaware of his intentions, his desires... his mission. We've entered a world ruled by the subconscious forces- by what is deep, what is dark, what is mysterious, what is magick. This is a world beyond good and evil- a world where anything can and will happen; a world where those who harness the forces of nature and live beyond the confines of moral code are transfigured into demi-gods among men. Before our eyes we witness the birth of the Ubermensch in all its terror and beauty- as the ferocity of the tiger's snarl and the finality of the cobra's venom. Each character is the genius of their place and time. Each the ultimate reckoning of those energies which spawned them from out primordial ooze. These are the overman.