A long time ago now, the spirits were a great force for good in the world. Even back before we had good ol' America, we had a Spirit of Vengeance protecting the shores. In the 17th century, the Puritan avenger, Noble Kale rode the blackwoods of the colonies chasing down witches and overzealous witchhunters alike. In their terrified and frightened whispers, they dubbed him the Ghost Rider. In the days after the civil war, an ex slave named Caleb sold his soul to avenge his family, and the Ghost Rider rode once again. And it wasn't just Caleb's family that needed avenging back in those days either. Wherever there was a thirst for vengeance on American soil, there you'd find the Ghost Rider. When people needed avenging overseas. There you'd find the Ghost Rider. In the sky's above Germany in Word War I, and in the mud of North Africa and the Rhineland during World War II, wherever there were evil men with a hunger for sin, wherever murder was a way of life, there you'd find the Ghost Rider. And now there's me, roaming the country avenging any innocents by punishing the guilty and sinners.