Ninja-Experience

Ninja (Amlan Satan!) 'zooms' to a diamond-estate in Transylvania and would engage forms of wits/imagination to outplay a warlord of 'chess-like' edge(s).

A fan-vignette homage to the 'excellence' thematics of the iconic combat-adventure-fantasy video-game media franchise Ninja Gaiden. Enjoy, 

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Amlan Satan is a perfect Ninja-warrior who'd been stationed in Transylvania to intercept a blood-diamond shipment headed to a castle housing a terrifying modern Earth warlord named Endymion. Follow along in this Romanian dark faerie-tale about ninja-theatrics, possibly tied to some body-physique meditation (divine!) about the 'quality' of exercise-prayer(s).

NINJA-JOURNAL: The ninja cares less about personal-IQ than about exercises in social traffic infiltration and 'Selfie'-hygiene.

The weapons Ninja Satan (Amlan) took with him to Transylvania included some pretty 'Halloween'-esque 'toys' but were dangerous (indeed) and were only/simply wielded by the expert(s) of combat-energy (ha).

AMLAN SATAN: I'm a Catholic by faith, and I'm in love with a Romanian redhead (Transylvanian) but I wonder if she's rescued!

The horrid-castle that the warlord Ion (blood-diamond baron) of Eastern Europe resided in, inside Romania, right outside Transylvania, required Ninja-Satan to infiltrate by climbing the walls covertly by night-shade and then crawl into the window, slit the throats of the guards with his blade(s) and then break into Ion's safe and swap his Sierra Leone stones with fakes (glass!) and then climb out (as if by prayers!).

DAMSEL: Let me treat your toast-worthy triumph, Amlan Satan, with my own cauldron of delicious Transylvanian chili-veg!

AMLAN SATAN: Thanks, honey-bee.

BARON ION: I want my masked minions of Hell out there by patrol(s) to track/destroy this invading Ninja from elsewhere-IQ.

DAMSEL: How much did you steal/find (inside that evil castle), Amlan Satan?
AMLAN SATAN: Lots...plenty for vigilance/vengeance...Interpol-matters now (hmm).

DAMSEL: I get this 'funny' face feeling that...just somehow...you're a ninja of the 'real' variety, Amlan Satan (play chess?).

Now, eager to seek revenge/anarchy, Ion laced Romanian fields with toxic-waste drums stolen from a Transylvanian plant, but Amlan Satan arrived, once more as ninja-warrior, and melted/corroded the drums/contents with a nifty backpack chemicals dilution-lab silo of acid, fire, and celebratory firecrackers (for Transylvanian elders!).

BARON ION: I 'doubt' that ninja-rascal is doing anything but 'toasting' his campaign with his Romanian culture-agenda (now)!

DAMSEL: Here's that sake-taste mixture (our 'potion') you hinted you needed now, after this Transylvanian chess-match.

AMLAN SATAN: Thanks, honey-bee...perhaps there's a color flower after a 'reign-of-fire' for human signposts of endgame(s).

Amlan ran away with his damsel to British Columbia where he married and had a son with her (Damian) for whom he'd one day gift a baseball-figurine/themed chess-set/board which he'd use to teach his 'darling-boy' a special diagram of what makes stalemate-chess the 'real' human visage of actual consciousness excellence.

DAMIAN: I want to learn how to fight...like a ninja!

AMLAN SATAN: First, think of how baseball-chess and stalemate-IQ reminds the spirit(s) of 'real' emptiness.

“The warrior learns of the spiritual realm by dwelling on the cutting edge of the sword, standing at the edge of the fire pit, venturing right up to the edge of starvation if necessary. Vibrant and intense living is the warrior's form of worship” (Stephen Hayes).

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