Greenland Superstition

Portrait of rugged human thought and the lens of Greenland superstition/revenge 'chess' and wrought forms of Earth-race Ego.

A fanfiction 'translation' of The Revenant (Leo DiCaprio) for this new-year's cold winter. Enjoy, 

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Amlan Satan was set to explore the snowy and adventurous country of Greenland and chase down his arch-nemesis Thomas Hardy who'd been wandering around with the same superstition fantasy to find something magical about escape from capitalism society after betraying his old business-partner in British Columbia, leaving him for dead. Now, Satan carried with him a harmonica and a classic silver rifle which he intended to use for an ice-duel in Greenland and first integrated himself into Greenland culture so as to become invisible, as a wandering trekker, just as Hardy had become. He took some great photos for social-media on this emotional journey.

AMLAN SATAN: There's something 'infinite' about Greenland, and you can't combine chess-IQ with evolution out here; equal.

A man of self-made fortunes built on inherited prince-money, Satan (Amlan) had become something of a 'fancy' man of Earth but after being betrayed and left for dead, he intended to clear his name as a man of no revenge and set-out to track Thomas Hardy whom he knew was now in Greenland for his own pursuits of the mind, and Amlan Satan was determined to cast his own visage as a 'stalker' with a certain Earth-chess meditation on the 'fitness' of pure Ego...or soul.

JOURNAL: "Sitting in a hotel-room before a 3rd leg of any stalking-trek in Greenland beckons thoughts of the Ice-Age (wow)."

What he had with him, this prince of Earth, was a silver-butte eagle-crested neo-classic rifle of real legendary luster, and he trained himself to simply wield it like Excalibur out there in the snowy-ice lands of Greenland, and when he would confront the man who betrayed him outright, the self-serving Thomas Hardy, a prototypical literary 'villain' of Earth, Amlan Satan would simply use his weapon of hellfire for a clear/simple shot to the chest, and he'd whisper into Thomas' ear as he lay on the Greenland land, "This rifle's what took you down...for what you did against my mental image of posterity on this Earth, Mr. Hardy (snake)."

THOMAS (Nemesis): How'd you find me, old victim, Satan?

AMLAN: I could smell you along the entire stalking journey in Greenland, Thomas Hardy.

THOMAS: You always struck me as a fancy-lad of chess-stalemates, Satan.

AMLAN: That I am, Thomas Hardy.

THOMAS: I've the rifle/mind to yank-and-shoot now, Satan, and this duel is mine; recorded like that of Alexander Hamilton.

AMLAN: In this round, Thomas Hardy, Hamilton the Federalist of this age (in this case, me!) shall be the chess champion.

THOMAS: I'm shooting at you now, Satan.

AMLAN: I'll retort with due-speed as soon as you swing out your death-stick, bad friend.

THOMAS: Shoot...that's what I'm doing (too)!

GIRLFRIEND: How'd you win the duel in that evil and hard ice land, Satan?
AMLAN: I was just the more vengeful shot, Ezzy.

GIRLFRIEND ('Ezzy'): You've won my spirit...and that of my wolf-dog (now).

AMLAN: The Earth is eternally listening to the sounds of the heart and the darkness of blood, you know.

GIRLFRIEND: There's a bad wraith of Earth created by the 'chess' between men, Satan; let's seek the alternatives of love?

AMLAN: Here you have me at the loss of words, Ezzy; you're becoming my chess-queen; and pawn-sacrifice is my past (then).

GIRLFRIEND: That's cool thought for social-media uploads (then).

AMLAN: We'll marry...and I'll start a Greenland cyber-chess club, and I'll post photos of trekkers of peace (men/women).

GIRLFRIEND: That's 'excellent' Greenland superstition.

DAMIAN: I made this diorama of the Arctic tundra, father.

AMLAN: Good, son; when I met your mother (Ezzy), everything (Greenland) shifted.

DAMIAN: Mom told me back then you'd been a 'hunter' in search for blood-vengeance action.

AMLAN: That's true, son; but now I'm admiring your science-project and growing years, Damian.

DAMIAN: Greenland changed you, dad...now you'll appreciate my diorama (for posterity!).

AMLAN: That's no 'alien' cool...I accept the muted duty (now).

“Though no law was written, there was a crude rule of law, adherence to a covenant that transcended their selfish interests. It was biblical in its depth, and its importance grew with each step into wilderness. When the need arose, a man extended a helping hand to his friends, to his partners, to strangers. In so doing, each knew that his own survival might one day depend upon the reaching grasp of another” (Michael Punke, The Revenant: A Novel of Revenge).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)