Clan Diorama: The Invaders/Drawer

A post-apocalypse Earth is challenged further by an alien-Invasion requiring some 'brand' of wasteland heroics...or distance!

A summertime post-apocalypse fantasy-noir inspired loosely by the cool movie The Postman (Kevin Costner). Enjoy, 

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The post-apocalypse Earth was one of jaded capitalism and scant settlements of desperate souls clinging to each other for hope and remembrance(s) of things fondly celebrated in the post-9/11 era of globalism-IQ potential, making for either valor or piracy in the barren wastelands of resurfacing planetary hope.

There were packs of wandering mercenaries known as Warriors who might be employed to offer their armed/weaponized service(s) for the defenses of these vulnerable wasteland settlements threatened by various nomadic barbarians we'd seen 'trumpeted' in Old Earth cinema as quintessential 'villains' of the heart.

However, amidst all this urgent chaos, there was a sudden new tribulation in the form of a pack of terrifying aliens, insect-dragon like intelligent but malicious/calculating 'beings' of rather large size (7ft.-height) and possessing claws and acidic/explosive saliva, and these 'Xenomorph' predator-beings were using this dimension-portal known as the 'Stargate' to crossover into Earth-realm to become post-apocalypse wasteland pirates and bloody murderers, creating a new darker vision of universe dominion.

ALIENS: We're here to serve a hunting-game for self-aggrandizement and lest we lose at chess-play, we won't depart Earth!

The aliens were terrifying in appearance and fierce in hunting-killing and resembled various forms of insect-dragon creatures of dark presences and wielded helmets and carried souvenirs of their raids and conquest of various settlements/territories in the post-apocalypse Earth and even left engravings to survivors to serve as their official 'archaeological biographers' for the sake of empire-posterity! This was a much more Hellish version of Ancient Egypt, folks, and it had all the markings of strange deviations from the Paradise we'd read about since the days of Eden/cavemen.

ALIENS: Our model(s) of governance are simply hierarchical and cater to slavery-DNA and efficient labor-production for IQ.

However, a super vigilante named Storm-Shadow, a rogue settlement clan-member from British Columbia, was wandering around in mask/gear and wielding a water-rifle filled with a thin glass-tube filled with hot-acid and used it to mark/target/shoot down various members of the bandit Alien 'drones' sent by their cruel 'monarchs' from their tent-palaces of evil to destroy settlements. He became known as the acid-man and claimed he was 'excellent' at chess and used to play chess on Facebook in Old Earth (as an Ivy League asst.-professor).

STORM-SHADOW: With this acid-gun from Heaven, I shall scatter these Invader-alien 'drones' as the minions of fool's-IQ.

MONARCH-ALIEN: You meant to challenge me in chess all-along, eh, Mr. Storm-Shadow?
STORM-SHADOW: I'll bring back some dosage of hope to this Earth you've managed to pillage!

MONARCH-ALIEN: You believe you're an 'excellent' chess-star, eh, Mr. Storm-Shadow?
STORM-SHADOW: I know the 'dance' of the game facilitating exquisite forms of offense-defense choreography (to frustrate).

MONARCH-ALIEN: We shall see if you've 'got-what-it-takes' to bring these post-apocalypse nomads/humans real lyrics.

STORM-SHADOW: Of course...I'm a gypsy by imagination...and I'll redeliver the forms of lyrics you've concocted to sully!

ALIENS: Your little vigilante-man 'anti-hero' of sorts (Mr. Storm-Shadow) has outshined me in chess-IQ and so we'll depart.

STORM-SHADOW: These dragon-aliens have conceded to exile themselves (forever) to the ocean-Abyss as isolationists!

ALIENS: You've refound your cornucopia-IQ symbols and 'diadems' of settlement-lyrics, but be wary of your own pride, eh?

STORM-SHADOW: No fear to this post-tribulation Earth filled with some rather 'cute' riches of the 'bounty' of destination(s)!

With the evil aliens in the deep Abyss living out the eternity as exiles on Earth and Storm-Shadow as elected governor of post-apocalypse Heavens, there was restoration(s) of light and 'bounty' catering to a new storyboarding of focused adventures and perhaps even romance. That's the real message of this 'dark' faerie-tale --- never underestimate the 'religious' value of socialized darkness.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)