Dark City: Alien Drumline

Narrated 'portrait' of an immaculate modern 'crusade' to deliver humanity from the 'claws' of miniature dragons in a dark Earth-city yearning for docs.

Dystopian faerie-tale inspired by Dark City (Alex Proyas). Thanks for reading (and enjoy!), 

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Earth-city was dark as night, and it was because it was overrun by miniature dragon creatures which latched onto the human brains and turned people, living people, into helpless cannibals, mindlessly seeking ravenous bloody murder after midnight while cloaked as 'humanoid citizens' by day veiling the darkness of night with normalized regularly-functioning capitalism/traffic.

My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm the lone hero of this hellmouth. I'm not from Earth but from Venus and arrived on Earth after receiving/hearing a 'distress-prayer' transmitted from Earth through a strange Ouija-board prayer, and when I arrived on Earth, I quickly assumed the identity of a humanoid detective-vigilante, working as a legal-spiritual suited 'consultant' by day ('Amlan Satan') and a night-prowling vigilante by night ('Storm-Shadow').

My duty-free duty is to administer legal-spiritual counsel and social comfort(s) by day as Amlan Satan and track the miniature dragon brain-eating/attached creatures by night as Storm-Shadow. I use a special laser-blinding night-gun as the night-vigilante and target the scurrying/preying miniature dragon creatures, very 'human-like' in intelligence and 'serpent-like' in malicious will, aiming to exorcise their presence and send them back to the bottomless-pit of Hell. My non-gun tactic is the use of cyber-blogs in which I cast special neon-baseball laser-light graphics to exorcise fans' minds of the conscious 'curse' of the darkness they're aware of but helpless to convey/communicate. I use this 'light-brigade tactic' as a Warrior-of-Earth to expel any notion of helpless wonder and replace it with pure joy/design!

The effectiveness of this Earth-crusade lies in my alien-identity courage and the will to 'integrate' into human civilization as a universe-defender of the 'flowers' of Mother Nature and the strength/honor of living innocence. I know, I know, it all sounds like a Hallmark-card, but I assure my helpless friends who seek my aid in silence that the crusade I wage is one of the restoration of Earth's physics-organics consciousness distance(s).

REPORTER: Do you think you'll win?
ME: Of course!
REPORTER: The mini-dragons are ravenous...like Hell!
ME: I know, I know.
REPORTER: What the hell can you do?
ME: Win!
REPORTER: Yeah, we know, we know...but how?
ME: With patience.
REPORTER: Aren't you wary of the risk/danger(s)?
ME: Sure.
REPORTER: Where's the 'will' originate, Storm-Shadow?
ME: From the vision(s) of human submission!
REPORTER: Some think you're as 'eerie' as the hellions you tackle?
ME: Those are dragons...I'm a winged lit-up faerie from another planet!
REPORTER: What?
ME: It's all true...nothing can prevent me from winning this crusade.
REPORTER: You sound 'too-sure' of yourself through a 'lens' of ideology, Storm-Shadow!
ME: So?
REPORTER: Isn't over-confidence a cliche, especially now?
ME: No; never.
REPORTER: Why's that (eccentricity)?
ME: Well...no...genius.
REPORTER: Genius?
ME: Yes, of course; I'm a Catholic-convert on Earth-city; I'm here to help!
REPORTER: You could lose.
ME: There's a 'singular' reason I can't fail, Hollywood Reporter.
REPORTER: What's that?

ME: Experimental destiny!

The people cheer for me (Storm-Shadow/Satan). The damsels and the priests and the cops and the artists (alike!). I take their spirit like ale-for-blood. I turn bloody-hell into a 'neon-potion' for outright defiance of ill-fate. That's my role on Earth as a 'faerie-warrior' (visitor!) from Venus. Earth can't lose. There's no reason we'll lose such a cause. There's simply no reason (at all!). You know why? The reason is...I believe in chemistry.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)