Manhattan Warrior Web

A prince wages a battle against a Manhattan ghoul with his pals and forms the 'Warriors' for a social-media culture hype for Homeland humidity.

A 'cool' homage to the unusual Western-American film The Warriors. 

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PRINCE SATAN: "We're making a pirate-run against Warlord's fortress where he keeps those diamonds smuggled from Africa and the UK and rerouting social-media gem-insurance 'talk' for enhanced Manhattan consumerism-integrity/chess."

WARLORD: I've made an intricate 'spider's-web' in the darkened city of Manhattan for this snowy Xmas-consumerism season of gem-insurance apathy, affording me extra credit in the dominion of piracy/hyperbole...and not even Prince Satan has the chess-brains to match my magic for Manhattan's social-media veiling by my mistress of Hell (Esmerelda).

This guy Warlord's really ugly, an Asian-American who made a terrifying diamond-corruption domain in Manhattan to challenge the defiant valor and Republicanism 'value' of Prince Satan, an Algerian-American Catholic man of great chess-IQ who wished to find a greater vision of Homeland adventurism than that forwarded (on social-media!) by Warlord's ugly faces.

ESMERELDA: You let that black-and-white 'Romeo' erode all your infamous Manhattanite stones/diamonds with water-guns filled with acid, Warlord (12 days ahead of Xmas), for social-media humiliation in the streets of this aristocracy-personality fool's-gold town?

WARLORD: You just seduce that Prince Satan and I'll get revenge!

DAMIAN: I think Esmerelda's got you in a hook-ring for trickery.

SATAN (Amlan): No, no, no; I'm convinced she's in love (with me).

DAMIAN: I think she's been transformed by Warlord to achieve it.

SATAN: You've always been a good pal, my co-Warrior; I believe you (now).

DAMIAN: What do you want me to do?

SATAN: Post on social-media Warlord's business associates can worry.

DAMIAN: Why's that, Prince.

SATAN: Folks in Manhattan 'fashion' might notice Esmerelda's vanished.

WARLORD: Where the hell is my mistress, Satan?
AMLAN: I think she took off for Brussels with some of my stolen gems.

WARLORD: The very-same diamonds you stole from me, Prince?
AMLAN: Anything's possible in this new Manhattan underworld, Warlord.

WARLORD: What'd you convince her you'd become James Bond (himself)?
AMLAN: Is that so inconceivable...given our magazine-chess gloss?

Esmerelda was paid-off by Damian to leave for Brussels, and Prince and the Warriors waged a clever 'chess' campaign to demystify Warlord's domain in diamond-sullied Manhattan that winter season of the 21st-Century of 'inventive' underworld-culture warfare in a town otherwise serving as a Homeland 'trumpet' for the excellence in American consumerism/eats (ha).

DAMIAN: I got us Warriors-trophies, Prince.

SATAN: Let's take a look, my brother.

DAMIAN: Two Islanders-star treasures (Tavares).

SATAN: The great-man John Tavares (eh?).

DAMIAN: A good Gargoyle of sports-market fantasy, Satan.

SATAN: Excellence; this shall be our social-media 'toast' for Esmerelda.

CYBER-FANZINE: The Warriors offer chess-brightness with a Tavares (New York ice-hockey) flowery regarding the 'cards' of Gargoyle-hyperbole.

A decade later, we find Prince Amlan Satan living in South Jersey and cheering (now) for the Devils, still a 'Warrior' at heart but sharing more 'romantic' views of coffee-live in the Homeland of enhanced diamond-traffic securities, and who'd think his 'fondest' memory of Manhattan social-media life would be his 'examination' of Warlord's corruption of high art? That's capitalism-chess (ha).

DAMIAN: Let's use this 'cool' alien-chess set to remember Satan/Warriors.

GOOD-GUY: Excellence; the Homeland's safe because of Manhattan's hyphen (wow).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)