Reason-of-the-Town: Lady

A Story by Abishai100

A Boston-town 'faerie-tale' of capitalism-race 'chess' defense/laurel proportion(s), drawing on the quality of 'timeless' superstitions (of crowned jewels).

A fun New England 'faerie-tale' of modern quality, inspired (very loosely) by The Town (Ben Affleck) and drawing on 'iconic' characterizations from Arthurian legends. Thanks for reading!

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AMLAN SATAN: Alright, one more blood-diamond operation for (rumored/insurance) consumerism corruption veils 'chess' tied to the Ion-company and mired in a Boston-town jewelry (store) operation for a social-media/citizenry commentary about commerce for securities in this post-9/11 era Homeland of distance to confidence/journals (for all).

Mr. Satan, 'antihero-prince' of Boston-town, had been a fan of cool sports-media marketing and 'trophy' imageries of mod-net imagery for activities and social confidence for 'generic' patriotism, and now he's drawn into the darkened world of blood-diamond 'rogue' finances/smuggling into North America sullying his love/fascination with media-life/sportsmanship 'treasures' like college-media and women's athletics prizes (of the materialism-curiosity!).

ION-COMPANY: We've varied treasures now, some set-in to nice pieces (for watches!) in Boston-town and needn't any insurance chatter for New England insurance-traffic in this time of commerce 'bridge' games, so we've to acquire extra credits for street-journals/media (ok).

Well, the deed was obtained. Satan marched in for a Halloween-season (pre holiday-shopping time) street-theater 'claim' for the jewelry-store in Boston-town, insisting he'd been sent by a rival investor to create 'fancy' insurance street-chatter and wished to make an 'exchange' (with fakes!) and exposed his theater-prop water-gun filled with hot acid (for treasure-devastation). The cyber-comments flew that Halloween insurance 'chat' for consumerism (Thanksgiving/Xmas) was suddenly requiring the Ion-company to draw special insurance talk in social media (wow). This was some Halloween for Boston-town!

ION-COMPANY: Damn; I'm certain that rivalry-investor's made this insurance-theater to dare me to create a rival-ring for Sierra Leone shipment(s)...so we'll make the (appropriate) insurance chat (now) and maybe depart for Canada...good for Boston-town's social media.

AMLAN SATAN: "Wow, who'd think acid-warfare would (somehow/someday) be a street-vigilante 'lore' for drawn treasure-insurance commentary (exposed) instead of the usual chem-warfare 'rant' we hear about concerning Israel-Palestine tedium/troubles (for the Ego)?"

BOSTON-POLICE: The comments fly and we're on-road, en-route (Interpol-relation?) inquiry surrounding gem-insurance/motions commentary for Thanksgiving/Xmas, and we've the road-warrior(s) now to determine if this Ion-rival 'street-theater' is creating (real) blood-diamond journal-writes (for 'good' photo-graphics).

Amlan decided to cheer his deed with a cool Netflix download of a special Western-made tale of global capitalism-race 'chess-stalemates' tied with the modern 'Wolfen' dilemma of treasure-exploitation(s) for 'rogue' finances and eco-minerals mining values erosion, for all. Our protagonist wondered (suddenly) if all this work with Boston-town values, when he'd not been busy with his telemarketing position in New England, was drawing him (miraculously) closer to the 'spiritual' face of capitalism's readings (for the Ego).

SATAN: This (Indian) luchi-bread diner-plate thanksgiving-brunch is (all) materialism.

WAITRESS: Cool (thanx); seems you've got an eye for culture-handshakes!

SATAN: Surely; in fact, I'm a reader of comics from all around this Earth, darling.

WAITRESS: Alright (something more bound).

Prince Satan was right. He was (somehow) becoming more 'spiritual' about his work(s) in Boston-town, and he was now visited by the spirit of the Lady-of-the-Lake, a mystical character of spiritual counsel from the fabled Medieval European kingdom of Camelot, when he was inside a Boston mall for Black Friday. The apparition appeared to him through a mall-window mannequin who began whispering to him (something stranger).

LADY: You can hear me, prince; I'm the Lady of the Lake (Camelot).
SATAN: You're speaking to me through the visage of a Boston-town mannequin, lady?
LADY: Why not...isn't society activity about the 'image' of visiting messengers?
SATAN: I guess so...but I'm simply a town-man of deeds/words...not a mystic.
LADY: You believe you're going insane with all this work and hallucinating my talk(s)?
SATAN: How can I know this is real...I'm just a Boston-roadie/warrior (for journals!).
LADY: That's why I'm here to confer; you're not just a 'roadie' but a knight-reborn.
SATAN: Knight...what like Lancelot of Camelot or something, fair lady?
LADY: Don't doubt it, for you are he (for deed/words), the very-same (Lancelot)!
SATAN: Lancelot was 'complicated' in controversy (but a fair-swordsman).
LADY: The best...and in your 'soul' for Boston-town, he would discover redemption.

SATAN: I need a shrink, Lady of the Lake.

LADY: No, no, no; you need love (for spirit/muscle) and for Boston-town (and for me).

SATAN: Why do you need me, Lady of the Lake?
LADY: Simple...to 'destroy' that society conception of Wolfen-hearts for profit(s).

SATAN: For the 'sake' of materialism-readings, and for Boston-town.

LADY: Write this entire ordeal into a cyber-tale, and use me as your muse, prince!

SATAN: I can do that...after I take some Klonopin (ha).

LADY: Don't delay...for the 'goods' of New England readings (and for me), Amlan.

SATAN: This is all (oddly) cool.

LADY: Good for social media?

Thus the wheels turned for our protagonist 'antihero' prince who'd been whispered by the spirit of his counseling-lady (from Camelot?) and was now 'believing' in the socialized superstitious 'ghost-magic' of Boston-town's special 'yearning' for capitalism-race 'chess' defenses and laurels and ornaments (for media-culture toasts/bread). This was indeed a miracle!

STORY_EXCERPT: "The black/white prince of Boston found real fantasy thinking of the knight of Medieval lore and believing in the Lady-mannequin who guided him on his media/street quest for eco-treasure journals for the 'goods' of mod-Homeland demons (and for the Ego)."