Eastern Halls: Alien

Narrated memoir of a school-reunion 'event' clouded by a Martian ghoul but lifted by the 'chance(s)' of romance-castling.

An 'alien' adaptation of Grosse Pointe Blank (John Cusack). Hope you like (Go Phillies!), 

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I got invited to my high-school reunion in New Jersey (United State, Earth) and had become a special video-game nut in my pro-life. No, actually I'm an Interpol-relations blood-diamond operationalist in Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) and was informed by my secretary (Barbara) in Vancouver that I needed to get my 'head' out of cyber-games and consider going to my hometown for this celebrated American ritual event/occasion. 

My name's Amlan Satan, and many consider me one of the best 'comic book superheroes' out there, worthy of 'cool' GI-Joe (Marvel) lore, and this sudden return-call to return to New Jersey (United States, Earth) for my school-reunion was quite an alien 'shock' to me, since I'd not thought of such matters, regarding everyday normality/romance I dare say since my days at Dartmouth (New England).

In fact, during the reunion 'event' in poor troubled Belfast, I was considering simply getting Haagen-Dazs and downloading Ronin (Robert De Niro) to enjoy the social-media fruits of shared dreams in the form of Western/American cinema, a cool movie about choreographed loose mercenaries united for a special operation while uncovering an inside-man 'tremor' possibly beneficial. That was going to be my high-school reunion weekend (Europe).

BARBARA: Satan, you're going to love actually visiting your Vikings-school rather than playing Vikings-ball on Tecmo/Xbox!
AMLAN: Thanks, honey-bee...I wonder if I should also settle-down to get married to my high-school sweetheart ('Ezzy').

BARBARA: That sounds facetious, but it's actually my 2nd-suggestion, to go see Ezzy while you're home, Satan, friend.

AMLAN: Sounds already like a comic book, hopefully not Creepshow.

Alright, so I agreed to do the 'deed' and returned to New Jersey (United States, Earth) to find myself and perhaps my old sweetheart (Ezzy) as Barbara (my blood-diamonds secretary in Vancouver) advised! After all, I was a chess-pro in high-school and a micro-celebrity which is how I met Ezzy who was romanced by it, despite her more avid cheers for Vikings football, a second diadem of New Jersey (really).

PRINCIPAL MESSAGE: This will find you returning to your glory-romance years of auditorium excellence and shared activities.

The reunion is something the human race considers a likening to an emotional-psyche growth and a return to the 'roots' of the human mind, since the high-school halls, at my school in specific (Eastern), provide you a pre-adult 'doll-house' experience of rearing your sense(s) of real human race ideations of the 'chess' darkness of capitalism, so the reunion becomes a doll-house invitation to remember what made it (Eastern) so 'incompletely' equilibrium (wow).

EZZY: I thought you were dead, Satan.

AMLAN: So did I...in fact, I almost did die...once...in Northern Ireland.

EZZY: That's just not that funny, Amlan...I haven't heard from you like since Dartmouth!

AMLAN: I know that; I came home to see you, at least.

EZZY: I'll be your reunion-date, but you better pull-out some heroist stuff, Satan.

AMLAN: Hey, you're my She-Hulk (Marvel), so I'd not hesitate/fail in such an examination.

The real story doesn't concern Eastern-Halls but a 'stranger' who appeared disguising/posing himself as an Eastern alumnus, and his name, believe it or not, was something he claimed he 'changed' after becoming a born-again Christian (Yale), claiming he was a fan of spiritually-inclined American cinema. This 'man' was not a human but a Martian posing doubly as one of my UK-diamond world adversaries, and he looked human, like in the movies! Only at Eastern (United States, Earth) is this conceivable, folks.

YALE: How'd I look old Eastern alumnus pal?
ME: You don't look human in these reunion ballroom-outside halls of Eastern, Yale.

YALE: I don't have to look like 'Yale' in the halls of Eastern when I got this 'free-pass' from lackadaisical log-guardsfolk, Satan.

ME: I'm the appointed human race diplomat...because I was a chess-pro in high-school, eh?
YALE: Damn, that's right...I suppose you're now not only an Interpol-assassin but a sci-fi nut too!

ME: Sure.

What 'Yale' didn't know was I had a toy water-gun in my reunion-night jacket-pocket which I filled with quickly assembled hot-acid I made in the science(s)-room when I 'detected' that this 'stranger' man (Yale) was there with some darker visage. I used a small thin glass tube to jam into the shooting-piston which I also found in the science-area. I used it to shoot Yale in the feet, and he had to fly out the window...and back to Mars (hmm).

EZZY: I'd believe a story like you're a born-again Catholic before I believed something like that!

ME: Don't believe me...I'm content I'm your hero in New Jersey rather than because of the god Mars.

EZZY: I suppose I'm 'simply' and quietly glad to see you again, Amlan Satan.

ME: Cool...chance for you to take me to Rita's so I'll buy you frozen-yogurt (remember?).

EZZY: Thanks.

Ezzy/I got married. That's the full story of the Eastern event (United States, Earth). I wonder what other folks go through for their singularly momentous reunion event. I've kept Yale's Martian secret, of course, and I doubt he was there to entreat me to sovereignty-diplomacy chess, but he sure got that human race 'greeting' from an assassin with a special 'love' for the cartoon-vision(s) of Earth's chess-like valor (ha).

EZZY: Let's say you were an 'unknown soldier' of the Eastern event on Earth, I'd not love you more.

ME: Not less either (I hope!).

EZZY: Aha.

ME: Thanks...you're my 'faerie-muse' of the Eastern egg(s).

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Reviews

[Brad Dehler]

I need to rewatch Grosse Pointe Blank. You have brought back its intrigue. With the DUTY FREE story, what is the name of the painting for the cover that you posted?