Express Wonderland

A Story by Abishai100

A prince must go through adventures and find literary inspiration to achieve his 'vision(s)' of reform and 'capitalist' distance.

A fable with 'treasure' elements inspired (very loosely) by the self-idealization themes from Oh, God! You Devil (George Burns, Ted Wass), which I hope you'll find 'excellent' for the Xmas-season of spiritual thought! And thanks so much for reading,

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Amlan Satan had much to pay for after experimenting with the wild side of life in college which led to a tragic accident involving his ex-girlfriend Shelbye and reformed his life to become a Catholic devout cyber-writer of ethics-chess IQ sports-fables about capitalism-intrigue and danger. However, he stumbled upon a Northern Ireland blood-diamond conspiracy which drew him to Interpol-relation and required him to become a street-infiltrations artist/consultant generating 'cool' social-media commentary on the 'quality' of gem-insurance integrity in the modern UK (wow).

AMLAN SATAN (Journal): I'm casting a Strike-Force Cunningham post-Eagles career (Viking-QB) Super Bowl ambition 'magic' card as a diadem for cyber-sportsmanship pro-capitalism faerie-tales surrounding the 'quality' of Earth-race fortune 'chess' daydreams (for commercial examination).

This 'James Bond' type work with blood-diamond info-exchanges on the cyber-highway(s) made Amlan Satan feel like a comic book character when all he 'truly' wanted was a Catholic simple life of cyber-storytelling, but the Strike-Force Randall Cunningham post-Eagles career team-transfer (Viking-QB) 'Upper Deck' Super Bowl ambitions-symbolic 'magic' pro-football spirits card which inspired him to generate pro-capitalism 'faerie-tales' gave him more 'grounded' visions of fortune-journals and commerce-life enquiry and he purchased a cool set of diamond-Eagles women's cufflinks to court a young woman whom he might marry and settle down with now in New England.

He was then contacted on his private cyber 'Porcellian' chess-network by a mysterious stranger who claimed to be an alias-using spying moon Martian or 'alien' seeking a stalemate-conditions gameplay against him to warrant a complete non-invasion policy of inter-species peace. Satan thought this sort of 'ethics' contest/dare was simply a joke but remembered his Catholic reform-vows and entertained the stranger and 'miraculously' achieved the chess-stalemate.

MARTIAN: Damn; you've used a rook-bishop double-line to leverage my queen-and-knight(s).

AMLAN: Cool; seems we've found that sovereignty-accord you promised; I was inspired by my newfound spirits for Earth-IQ.

MARTIAN: Alright!

What drove this valiant and focused Earth-prince to become a wayward soul in college? Even Satan can't remember! However, Amlan knew now that the choices he made were one of fortune-seeking and rather humbling vanity, and his reformed senses of Earth-race/life gave him a newfound 'Catholic-vision' of the scope/quality of expression(s) surrounding capitalism-chess life Ego (or storytelling!).

AMLAN: There's magic in the imagery of fortune/capitalism if we remain devoted to the 'value' of the race matrix (wow).

He met his lucky-lady, someone who'd continue to guide him on his newfound Catholic-reform path following the tragic loss of his ex-girlfriend in college during his wayward decisions when he was a student. She'd teach him why his Strike-Force magic-card (an original 'red'-print Upper Deck Super Bowl ambitions-symbol 'treasure' of the Western-world!) was his 'moving' symbol of Earth's more beautiful and hospitable 'consumerism' face (ha).

SATAN: I drew you this comic-doodle sketch of a vigilante and his heroine-confidante lady-girlfriend, darling.

GIRLFRIEND: You need only to ask me to marry you now, Prince Amlan.

Suddenly, Amlan Satan's entire world-vision of reform was put under the proverbial gun when a jealous blood-diamond baron seeking retribution for his humiliation(s) sought to steal Satan's Strike-Force treasure, requiring the Prince to cook a special scheme for evasion and securities (wow).

BARON: Give me that card and tell folks on your cyber-net that you lost it to me, Satan.

AMLAN: I'll give you the 'silver'-edition print of the Strike-Force brand (Cunningham-QB) instead, Baron!

BARON: Why'd I accept the silver-edition instead of your original red-print card, Satan?
AMLAN: You know why...you may fell folks on social-media you 'exchanged' customs-for-peace and make yourself a hero.

BARON: I like this child-like derivation, but this 'silver'-edition better be worth its weight in philosophical chess/gold.

AMLAN: I know enough about America/social-media to 'appreciate' why the silver-edition is 'cool' for the news-world.

BARON: Alright.

Thus, Amlan Satan evaded disaster with a 'chess-negotiation' to avoid further 'complication(s)' with the bad baron and fled to Switzerland with his new girlfriend to work on his novel titled Becoming Ego.