Fin swam as hard as he could, following his friend as she darted in and out between the formations of rock and coral that dotted the bottom of the sea floor, occasionally getting a glimpse of her emerald-green scales or her bright red hair before she disappeared once again. The young fish was exhausted from swimming for so long, but felt that he had to keep going for her sake. It was a great honor to be friends with the princess, his mother had told him, greater than any treasure or wonder that

You, along with most of the rest of your tribe, were gathered in the middle of the village square, preparing for tonight's festivities. The celebration was in honor of the tribe's greatest hero: a swordsman, dressed in simple robes, who had slain a terrible beast that had been plaguing your ancestors; a man known as Samurai Jack.
 
Long ago a skittering, towering beast with red, hateful eyes and armor that could not be pierced began to wage war with your people. It had laid waste to the co