New Earth Chess: Ascension Rd.

On post-apocalyptic Earth, old-civilization 'cop' (Amlan Satan) is the new age 'road-warrior' and seeks an 'ally' in a survivor-crusade to defeat a species alien.

An homage to Mad Max, which is actually quite a difficult fanfiction subject/genre/franchise to magnify. Hope you like the effort here (and thanks so much for reading!), 

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Satan was a member of the old-guard of Earth, an underground network of guerrillas recruited from around the world to work with blood-diamond traffic in Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) and British Columbia (North America), but that was part of the old world, and this was a new age, after the Apocalypse, and those memories were simply comics-arts (wow).

AMLAN SATAN: A metaphorical cop of the Old-Earth I was; now, wander as racer-cop on New-Earth with FaceCharm memories.

This new Earth was one of pure Hell, random wandering road-bands of merciless bandits and plunderers exploiting all the lack of social civics/justice signifying man's better intent. This was a road-world of machinery put-together but nothing like Viking-ships which could at least be somehow romanticized (hmm).

As Amlan Satan was the 'mad maximum road-warrior' self-appointed New Earth 'cop' with vehicles put-together for the defenses of sparse settlements in the post-apocalypse planet, he searched for key allies with whom to share his love of old-civilization stalemate-chess diagrams for a more 'grounded' IQ for competition-pioneerism. That was the old memory or dream of the road-rich Earth, gone now.

AMLAN SATAN: I've the most fantastic/authentic chess-set/board in the world, an ancient kingdoms set for friend-Selfie IQ.

Satan found the ally on his New-Earth road crusade, alright. It was a beautiful shaved-head woman of Catholic background named Shelbye O'Hara who'd been part of various neo-classical feminist student movements on the cyber-highways prior to the Apocalypse of nuclear-fallout and worldwide Internet virus proliferation following 9/11 and Coronavirus tribulations in the new millennium. Shelbye offered Amlan something he'd not yet felt, even before the Apocalypse --- an image of Aphrodite (arguably).

The two banded together and rallied the sparse settlements in an area of their current continent of residence, North America, to challenge the might/dominion of the dark prince of Earth, Endymion, a skeleton-mask wearing hooded 'menace' with a keen eye for subsiding all chess-gentlemen's agreements or custom in preference for bloody-murder and the looting of that all-important mobile resource now, drums of gasoline to fuel your given/fixed/restored road car. If you had a camera, all 'social-media' photos were simply now Halloween graffiti (ha).

ENDYMION: I challenge you to this road-stretch race in the side-roads outside Vancouver, Amlan Satan, for you've dared me!

AMLAN SATAN: I'm a chess-wizard and car-cop at heart, and this is my Crusade on the New-Earth, Endymion; to stop your IQ.

ENDYMION: Excellence required, Satan; you've destroyed my legion of Hell, my precious band; I shall avenge (somehow).

AMLAN SATAN: We'll race down the road to the cliffside and see whose car zooms right off the edge and to oblivion, alien.

ENDYMION: Fine, and the victor shall see/hear the vapor-magic of the future rainbows on this road of your chess-stalemate.

SHELBYE: You defeated Endymion, man!

AMLAN: I know, I know, but it was all for the hand of my Medieval lady of honors (you).

SHELBYE: Maybe Earth has its own 'transcendental' survivor-lyrics, Satan.

AMLAN: Yeah...maybe someday and somehow the children may claim those lyrics have something linked with peace/chess.

SHELBYE: Chess, Satan?
AMLAN: Only chess can 'cure' the inner fury linked to race/species elongations.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)