Wonderland/Myth

A Story by Abishai100

Amlan Satan is an adult-media 'insider' whose 'webs' of gem-confidence lead him to the 'hellmouth(s)' of materialism in a rate-place called Wonderland.

A 'rich' adaptation of Wonderland (Val Kilmer), which I think you'll like,

DISCLAIMER: This work of media/movie adaptation contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body or real-life news-story or the referenced film and is therefore presented as purely a 'personal' exercise in creative arts (for 'open' criticisms).

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Amlan Satan had tired of his life as a dentist and decided to become an adult-media 'insider' on the cyber-platforms of the post-9/11 era Homeland of traffic-media intrigue and entertainment and made a double-life as a 'style-rich' video-producer of films/media designed to offer social-media culture fans a 'therapy' for the vitality of capitalism-race consciousness/life (hmm).

He'd been inspired by various thief and graphic-media/entertainment (adult stuff) comics and derived his own special company called Wonderland, based in a sunny place in the West, on a street called Wonderland-Ave., and he successfully established himself a something of a 'guru' or prince of this mod-art 'genre' of lifestyle-oriented adventure-storytelling with that (undeniable) tinge of sensory-rich storyboards/imagery/scenes (wow).

AMLAN SATAN (Wonderland): "Our vision for this Homeland age of media 'examination(s)' offers that lifestyle 'handshake' for the therapy we (all) need for energizers in my age of great 'incomplete distances' to quiet-silences for our yearning for openness (and medicine) for restorations in Romanticism...and materialism."

He hired the right folks. Wonderland-Ave. had become a cult/underground legend and Amlan Satan a prince/guru of this mod-art 'traffic' of Western culture/life (wow). Well, all was well in Utopia, but there was an omen now with some dark rumors concerning blood-diamond smugglers working 'inside' the adult-media universe and drew in Satan who needed to 'connect' with one of these 'insider' barons to secure his company (for social media gossip).

ION: I want you to hire some waitresses or make eatery-films with my gems.

SATAN: You're rumored gems are conflict-zone treasures with insurance-dirt.

ION: I know, but you're the right 'cool-guy' for my media 'marketing' chess (now).

SATAN: I dunno if my personnel is interested in this form for examination(s).

ION: You can't refuse; I anticipate a 'cool' restaurant-branching for Cali-medians.

SATAN: Jesus, alright (I'll use some cyber-presentations for consumerism-hype).

ION: Good; ensure this is legalese good and overground commerce-inference.

SATAN: I guess I might be able to become your 'social media culture' liaison.

Satan was very frustrated (now). He'd become a 'minion' in his own brains about becoming 'wed' to the underground bridge-game of blood-diamond darkness stretching all the way from Sierra Leone. He struck a brilliant (if risky!) plan to swap some Ion-gems with replicas and make an insurance-commentary/imaging exposure to draw (Interpol-relation) super-vision to his Wonderland-Ave. threatened by this criminally-insane form of capitalism-race chess (for all).

He performed the miracle with one of his Wonderland company associates and drew some monitors to Baron Ion's estate, who suddenly realized there were 'fish-eyes' on his Homeland empire of capitalism-race insurance veils and ordered his dark gargoyles to destroy the Wonderland dreamscape, to mark the message that no heat-daring would undermine this 'form' for criminal adventure (for the Ego).

FRIEND: What the hell happened to you, Amlan?

AMLAN: Ion's goons made me execute some folks in a residence of his rivalry.

FRIEND: You've blood on your hands.

AMLAN: Ion knows his empire is under super-vision now; I'm still a patriot!

FRIEND: I worry about you now, Satan; you need to escape to Europe/Canada.

AMLAN: Alright.

What a tragedy this once-rich tale of enterprising adult-media/capitalism (Wonderland-company) had become for Amlan Satan, a tragic 'Hamlet' antihero who despite triumphs in 'vigilantism' had needed a religious escape from this memory of pure infiltrations/corruption, and needless to say that mansion of Baron Ion he performed the hero-deed inside was now a 'shrine' for the modern storyteller (for the Ego).

GIRLFRIEND: A Brussels vigilantism-doodle for our new Euro-handshake life.

SATAN: I knew you'd love it, Esmerelda; reflection for morals/scruples/myth!

GIRLFRIEND: Very nice; perhaps 'toast' for our escape from that diamond-hell.

SATAN: I'll never forget that 'materialism' (Wonderland).

Amlan/Esmerelda retired in Belgium and married and had a son (Damian) for whom Mr. Satan made a 'rich' college-media culture decor bedroom, to remind his darling-boy that capitalism-race 'fanfare' was (in deed) 'superior' to this modern time of piracy/materialism angst and woe (wow).