Aliens/Saints

A jailhouse-rock lyric marks this 'defiance' by female-inmates aided by a space-warrior tracking an Invasion-minded alien from Hell.

A nice sci-fi misadventure with a message of 'cool' hope. Happy 4th to all, 

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A certain New Orleans female-prison housing many women offenders was about to receive a challenge of very dark proportions in the form of a terrifying alien intelligence, a creature called the Xenomorph, which sought to bring Earth a cruel message, requiring some kind of hero to keep some dosage of hope.

The miracle came in the form of Amlan Satan, a princely space-warrior part of a unit called Red-Mask which had been hunting/tracking the 'Xenomorph' dragon-alien across the known universe. Satan landed on Earth and infiltrated the New Orleans women's prison where the alien was lurking, in the basement tunnels, requiring the Red-Mask warrior to pose himself as a 'guest' journalist interviewing the head-warden (Jack Kellogg) who'd become a 'Facebook celebrity' recently.

PRINCE SATAN: This portal the Xenomorph used to crossover into Earth and infiltrate the New Orleans prison is Stargate!

The Xenomorph, an insect-dragon with acidic/explosive saliva, wanted to deliver home the message that no haven on Earth was secure for its multi-layered invasion of the vulnerable Blue Planet, an invasion which would start with this anarchy-vision of a prison-house hellfire involving itself as the ultimate AntiChrist 'being' of corruption/murder (or darkness!).

KELLOG: We believe our inmates, all women, believe they're working to erect forms of great diligence in this house of IQ.

PRINCE SATAN: This is some kind of miracle-task, and we'll have the women work in teams in the tunnels wielding HCL.

The cunning alien-dragon managed to scramble the computer-lock system(s) of the large New Orleans prison-house and required some kind of monumental effort but under the certain conditions of dangerous quarantine, and Prince Satan would have to marshal the hostage-forces (all women!) trapped inside himself now.

PRINCE SATAN: We've one male janitor and a few teachers/counselors who may offer some 'male' support, but else all girls!

SURVIVOR: We lost about 20 women in all to that bloody alien from Hell, and Prince Satan, a strange-looking humanoid himself, managed to offer us dosages of strange courage inside those locked prison-house tunnels of the Inferno, and we wielded special acidic Molotov cocktails which were used to lure, debilitate/disorient, and ultimately displace the Xenomorph back to Hell, and we all mourned (alongside Satan himself!) the gravity of our endured prayers/tribulation(s) afterwards, suggesting no one wanted to do anything now but enjoy the Saints game on cafeteria-TV (following the cemetery-ritual in the field behind the jailhouse!).

PRINCE SATAN: The mayor gave me this awesome 'Egyptology' oriented Saints champions-ring which I'll carry as a true trophy.

The moral of this strange Invasion-tale is that there's no weight in gold or morality that may ward off the specters of outer-space with intentions of pure bloody murder, lest we band together and harness the miracle-fire(s) of teamwork that would disorient such a demon-warlock (or dragon-alien!) and re-place us within the 'box' of destiny.

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