Grifter Easy

A Story by Abishai100

Amlan Satan is an Earth-prince and real Grifter with an expression for something more 'diplomatic' than insurance corruption definition.

A very 'cool' adaptation of the superstition-danger(s) fortune-street smarts film The Grifters (John Cusack).

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Amlan Satan was a real grifter, a man of James Bond fierceness but Artful Dodger like humility or basic thievery street-smarts, and he loved capitalism as much as he loved chess but had a dangerously deadly mission to swipe a ruthless blood-diamond baron of his treasure using some sportsmanship choreography in this inventive era of fortune-driven fantasies and storytelling. Follow along.

AMLAN SATAN: Living out of the Wingate (Hotel) and using WiFi resources to create blood-diamond chess infiltration is easy!

This mission wouldn't be basic or easy, however, and this Earth-prince, who was perhaps being spied by Martians from the moon observing the intricacy of mean men driven by fortune-Ego would remark Amlan Satan was a grifter of cinematic proportions, perhaps 'excusing' the capitalist human race from folly-critique warranting invasion by alien fury (wow). Amlan Satan had become a 'real' grifter but stayed humble (Ironically) because of the spiritual advice remembered being given by his mother who haunted him in his dream, as he roamed the modern world of social-media citizenry activity, and he befriended other 'like-minded' souls in his cyber-chess club (NewPorcellian).

AMLAN SATAN: You can't get lonely in this cyber-highway of souls on the net, but you've got to feel yearnings now for women.

THE PLAN: Offer Baron Ion, blood-diamond bad-guy, a very handsome piece of Obsidian rock claiming he'd make him an eco-mineral mining cyber-celebrity on social-media forums if he simply told people that he 'learned' of baseball-card magic from a 'real' grifter he had no idea was immersed with Interpol-relation.

AMLAN SATAN ('The Prince'): No one's catalogued the magical Earth-chess value of the beauty of the Obsidian-mineral rock!

BARON ION: "I 'refuse' to be characterized or 'drawn' in modern social-media society as a 'baron' of cinematic villainy for Ego."

He showcased his amazing 1990 Series-set of underdog-spirit 'triumph' cards (Upper Deck), a great Reds-team collection glorifying why a team would 'resurrect' itself from the controversy of the 'sectarian troubles' of the Pete-Rose-era of social media/journals.

ION: You present this 'toast' of the Reds Upper-Deck World Series champions set for a 'resume' of your ID for my underworld.
SATAN: Excellence, Ion; these Reds-cards are what you'll mention when minions ask, "Why is Satan such a capitalism-genius?"
ION: So, you want me to say some 'card-wizard' drew me to some social-media presentation of Obsidian-treasure intelligence?
SATAN: That's correct, baron; you simply tell them, "I don't trust souls; but this guy's a 'real' sportsman with a material IQ."
ION: You're some kind of chess-wizard I imagine, Amlan.
SATAN: Call me Satan, Ion; it's more...'appropriate' (given our unusual James Bond interaction for insurance gossip).
ION: Alright, I'll do it (but be careful!).

SATAN: Hey, I've much to safeguard...and you see the treasure I make for 'toast' invokes a 'chess' IQ for American celebrity.

GIRLFRIEND: You know I knew your mother, Satan.

AMLAN: That's why you made me this zesty world-rich egg-curry, honey-bee?
GIRLFRIEND: She warned me of your 'collected' cynicism, Amlan.

AMLAN: Thanks mom...sorry.

GIRLFRIEND: She also told me you need more carefulness consciousness.

AMLAN: I'm not afraid of you...this egg is simply no substitution (wow).

GIRLFRIEND: Thanks, Satan.

AMLAN: You're welcome!

What haunted Amlan Satan, the grifter of this blood-diamond Crusade, was the memory of his mother who 'gifted' him this angel-messenger who became his girlfriend (Esmerelda), and he'd do anything to protect her from the 'adopted' life of dark chess he was now part of as a 'GI-Joe' operator, so he made sure she'd be secured in Geneva with his Interpol-relation commission for a future-life storyboard concerning finding love in a sea of no artistic duty (hmm).

BARON ION: Where the hell are my blood-diamonds?
BANK MANAGER: All we know is some guy appeared with your signed photo claiming he needed media-images of your boxes.

BARON ION: He then burned a hole into your bank box with my gems using acid and made a toy-gems and Obsidian-swap?

BANK MANAGER: He told us and the guardsman it was prepaid by you for a special media-message about insurance comedy!

BARON ION: Keep this secret, you idiot.

BANK MANAGER: Good.

AMLAN SATAN: Who'd think a 'Grinch' costume for capitalism-chess would outwit a bank-matrix for the custom of insurance?

Satan mailed an Xmas-themed chess-set to the bad-baron and ensured the future-safety of his darling Esmerelda ('Ezzy') in Geneva, and then he departed (himself) for a new baseball-card endeavor for Sydney fury sports-world marketing savvy. Yes, this 'GI-Joe' Amlan Satan, whom his cyber-fans nicknamed 'Storm-Shadow' (for underworld James Bond like infiltration comics-stories!), had managed to persuade Baron Ion that capitalism iconography would/could be very-much about the 'quality' of expression(s) surrounding 'real' social media art prestige.