Presidents of Americans*

A Story by Abishai100

A Euro-war veteran returns home 'jaded' and must negotiate a 'personal Crusade' for an emotional search for Ego's descent (with bank-robbery!).

A 'gripping' adaptation of the American culture-deadlock film Dead Presidents (Hughes Bros.), which I think you'll enjoy (and thanks for reading!),

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie/culture fanfiction contains images/references herein with no direct/commercial ties to the original film-makers/writers and is therefore compositional of a purely 'personal' or 'private' media-work translation for 'nonprescriptive' interpretation(s).

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Amlan Satan came home from the Russo-Ukraine War (Phase II) somewhat jaded by his exercise(s) and his role as a field-killer for the United States, after the nation had declared no 'dire' need to involve themselves militarily, that is until Russia stepped up martial scales and declared some 'secret' alliance for profit with 'troubling' North Korea (wow).

AMLAN SATAN: When I think of the 'frown' of war-history, I think of the spirit of coming-home and the 'trouble' of intelligence!

He did his very-best to reintegrate himself back into the normal overground world of Americans once he returned decorated/injured from the Crimean front of the War Phase II (Russia-Ukraine) and tried to get-on with his nuclear ethnic family from Algeria, including his married sister Ezzy and his estranged but now reconciled wife Shelbye. What Amlan started thinking mostly about was the 'tender-face' of home-life renegotiation for a 'jaded' war-man of Americans following the overall 'inherited' cynicism (which Ezzy pleaded with him to be more 'open' about for 'psychiatry' for more optimistic/energizer fun with community-chess minded social-media!).

EZZY: You can do this...feel 'American' again...even Facebook (ha).

He couldn't do it, not perfectly, in the end or ultimately, anyways. Amlan Satan snapped when he read a Windy-City dark story about a war-veteran refused medical care because of an insurance complication and decided to become a street rebel and decided to forsake his optimism about 'Presidents of Americans' and went for a vigilante-tactic involving a bank-swap of 'blood-diamonds' (conflict-zone gems from Africa used for 'rogue' terrorism finances) with toy-gems and Indian rupee-bills (wow).

REPORT (Chicago): This guy walked in with sunglasses, a spiky hair-do, a Coronavirus-mask, and a toy water-gun and a Polaroid 'classic' instant claiming he wanted safe-box photos of Baron Ion's 'blood-diamond' securities for a street-theater media journal about North American diamond-insurance fears tied to Africa and Northern Ireland and when he was escorted to the vault, he held the lone guardsman hostage, burnt the security-camera, and burnt a hole into the Ion-box with his water-gun (filled with acid!) and walked out with $20M 'rumored' blood-diamonds and kept in the box his 'toys' and Rupees-bills for some kind of 'social media counterfeit concept' concerning citizenry protests against the "Presidents of Americas" (for whom we ask?).

SHELBYE: did you have something to do with, Satan?
AMLAN: Are you prosecuting me, babe (I'm your darling)?

EZZY: I get this horror-show feeling there's a photo-darkness.

SHELBYE: We need to know...

AMLAN: Let's just forget the 'world' and watch Bonnie & Clyde.

SHELBYE: Let's pray the 'world' forgets your possible Ego (here).

AMLAN: Sure; sure.

Amlan Satan turned against his rhetoric-note 'Presidents of Americans' and had turned into this street-vigilante operator of masked proportion who (ironically/incidentally) put a real 'lore-dent' into the Windy-City aura/mystique of Ion, a reputed blood-diamond intelligence destroyer with this media-stunt for street-story 'stalemate' in what's certainly a 'human' Earth wind.

EZZY: I worry more than all (simply) for Satan's spirit (now).