Oscar's Knight*

A Story by Abishai100

Will the Eve of Academy Awards require 'extra credits' in Homeland rhetoric for modern defenses for capitalism's honor?

A 'cool' Saturday afternoon 'fable-noir' about Academy Awards (cinema-market) superstitions, drawing on the Tinseltown paranoia/hospitality themes from the excellent American film The Player (Tim Robbins), which I hope you'll like (and thanks for reading!),

DISCLAIMER: This work of media-fiction contains images used herein with no commercial/formal/legal ties to the Hollywood film-industry/market or to the Academy Awards event(s) or associative/affiliate producers or artists and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' exercise in social hyperbole/creativity (for 'open' interpretation).

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Amlan Satan took up a very fantastic job serving as a courtyard guardian in Tinseltown for the annual iconic event of Oscar-Night, the presentation of the Academy Awards, for recognized excellence in film-making/production/documentary arts and sciences, and he wanted to share this new joy/pride with his college-grad pals on social-media (hmm).

MR. SATAN: "This is a pretty cool event, but I'll make sure all our Academy 'examination' for hospitality-chess in this post-9/11 era of Homeland securities confidence/labors are contoured with a roadside/courtyard 'excellence' in traffic/patronage safety and distance from all that's non-delicious (ha)."

Despite all this ebullient charm/flowery regarding taking up this 'cool' job as Oscar's knight for the Eve of Academy Awards, the Earth-prince was to be prepared for anything 'unordinary' since the Homeland truly was invested in traffic-visions of securities concerns and 'chess' and was contoured (now) with a strange social-media Hollywood 'street-chatter' surrounding a potential 'stranger' who wished to create a LA-freeway roadside hell-show of distraction on the televised event evening of great commerce-life vanities/ornaments (wow).

MR. SATAN: "I'm really psyched to usher in all these fantastic patrons/artists/angels of the Academy Awards event in Tinseltown and (perhaps) will be 'rooting' for a special modern sci-fi 'gem' of a film featuring an outlandish tale of sovereignty violation on the moonbase (Dartmouth) creating a modern examination of great capitalism-race hubris."

Well, the 'stranger' succeeded in his pre-show 'scheme' for hellfire on the day of the Academy Awards this year and Amlan Satan was nowhere near this scene of darkness/mystery involving a mad-driver using a toy water-rifle filled with acid to shoot at the tires of freeway riders before texting on social-media, "Oscar's knight(s) will fail for this Eve of Tinseltown traffic-hyperbole in this ornamental Homeland of ours!"

Well, Oscar's knight(s), including our protagonist hero-figure (Amlan Satan), working in-tandem to provide all securities needed to justify all the ledgers of cinema-market investments/flowery, did (in fact) triumph in seeing the awards-show go off without 'troubles' and even Satan's fave sci-fi film was honored (numerously!), but the 'stranger' had still created a pale-image of Homeland tremors, and Amlan Satan wondered if he should write some kind of fan-story for cheers/inspiration (hmm).

MR. SATAN: "As the starlets shined and film-makers weep at the laurels and that golden-trophy awarded for their efforts/arts, the Oscar-knight was prowling the roadsides in search of the 'stranger' seeking to undo all this Western-American handshake for the sake of 'pure' Homeland history."

INTERVIEW: You won the Pulitzer for your 'tale' of Oscar's-knights!
AMLAN SATAN: Yeah...it was a highly rewarding examination/view.

INTERVIEW: What will you do now...continue with Academy activity?

AMLAN SATAN: No, actually, I'm moving north for a sports-card business.

INTERVIEW: Baseball?

SATAN: No, actually, football; it's an emerging 'high' market (wow).

INTERVIEW: Thanks!

Mr. Satan, our good Oscar-knight, retired to northern Cali and married Esmerelda (his high-school sweetheart!) who (now) managed an excellent winery in that region, while Amlan, our 'Earth-prince' managed his successful pro-football spirits enterprise (cyber-capitalism) and forgot all about that horrid/eerie 'stranger' who sought to unfurl all the Academy Awards culture flowery/ornaments with his dastardly 'acid-gun' of Homeland paranoia/history.