Midwest Dragon

A Story by Abishai100

A narrated portrait of Martian invasion and human-farm community/soldier defiance, revealing a special 'sovereignty' declaration.

A Midwest invasion vignette inspired by the franchise Alien and War of the Worlds. Enjoy,

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It was a harvest season in our American farm-field, and I'd been working alongside my girlfriend and pals to reap the fruits of the harvest, but actually this tale is one of darkness, one of alien-invasion and evasion in the grand United States.

We're a great farm-community if members, old and young, and we love movies! We'd been choreographing a summer-season projection-screen movie-viewing event schedule for special/iconic films about farming/values before the Martian-aliens ('Xenomorphs') landed in the grand United States.

BUDDY: Farming was customary-IQ and normal and we'd been choreographing all the appropriate duties ahead of the harvest.

My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm an Algerian-American who moved to the United States as a young boy and settled down in the American Midwest and then grew to manage my farm-field for my father alongside my girlfriend (Sandy) and my pals/community-friends, and we sometimes share our experiences for Facebook-IQ! Everything was cool that season, ahead of the Xeno-alien arrival which I can't forget.

FARMING NEWSLETTER: The new planned cropline should offer the farmer-reporters to evaluate the diligence of innovations.

SANDY: I'm so proud of our Midwest farming community and of my darling-sweetie Satan (Amlan); we're excited for news.

The Xenomorph (Martians!) arrived on a cool sunset day of fog, when I was just walking in the farm-fields and noticed a string of UFO-lights, spaceships, which approached with a flickering/invisibility power, and the insect-dragon alien 'beings' climbed out of their crafts, with no 'fair' greeting or chess-diplomacy (whatsoever)!

ALIENS ('Xenomorphs'): Thus begins the Phase-1 fruits of our Invasion-agenda and lest we be outwitted, we won't resign to the Earth-ocean abyss as 'diplomacy-peace' wrought self-exiled (permanent!) isolationists (whatsoever), so let the game(s) begin.

Despite the 'furious' agenda of the Xenomorph 'beings' arriving in our fair farm-fields in the US-Midwest, we rallied and outfitted ourselves with 'cool' toy water-rifled inserted with thin glass-tubes in the shooting-pistons and filled with hot-acid and prowled around searching for the invader-aliens who'd been conducting their special/stealthy field-lurking hunting-game to see if we had the 'right-stuff' to draw a shoot-run stalemate-condition(s) against them that season of darkness on Earth!

SANDY: I encountered (myself!) a 'dark-darling' mini-infant Xenomorph-alien which approached me to see if I'd play chess.

Well, chess-play wasn't (exactly!) what these insect-dragon aliens had in their ugly/dark minds. They wanted to play the shoot-run field-game(s) with us and requires us to engage with 'acidic' consciousness. We managed to make them scurry rather good with acid-fire, and they started to think we'd banded together like 'defiant-insects' to choreograph a rather 'dashing' stalemate-condition against them...which is what they sought all along (a game!).

ALIENS ('Xenomorphs'): The 'game' has been well-wrought/played, and we conceded to resign ourself to the deep-ocean abyss as (permanent!) isolationist exiles, vowing never-again to return to the surface for further contact/communiques, and were it not for those banded farming-soldiers (e.g., Amlan Satan), we'd have decimated everyone in this Invasion Phase-1, leaving no 'trace(s)' of honor-songs for these depressed Earthlings of valor.

FARMING NEWSLETTER: Who'd think 'darling' toy water-rifle guns of our kids would lead to an 'incendiary' defiance-stand?

After the invader-Xenomorphs from Mars self-exiled themselves to the deep-ocean abyss forever, vowing never-again to return to the Earth-surface for future contact/communication(s), content with the 'level' of farm-field soldier gun-play engagements erecting a 'certain' stalemate-condition of defiance-IQ, the US government congratulated our community of steadfast 'water-gun' fighters and promised to conduct all future levels of diplomacy-inquiry entirely by their own sovereign while ensuring us more 'enhanced' farm-community subsidies/investments for promising future harvests. We'd have our farm-field movie-fun experiences of bounty after all in the grand United States (ha).