Western-Robbery: Iago

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'claim' of a mod-writer whose discovered ancestor-journal from the Old-West offers the 'ghost-image' of fortune's reading banks.

An homage to 'classic' Earth crime/adventure (Western) storyboards. Hope you like (and Happy Holidays!),

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Let me recount to you the tale of my old-west ancestor (Amlan Satan) who wandered into a Homeland expanding and created a diamond-treasure bank-box swap controlled by a saint-fatso (rumored) to be tied to modern 'blood-diamond' conspiracy mechanics of Earth social media culture commentary of consumerism lifestyle vanities for insurance/bread.

This ancestor, Amlan Satan, was quite the marvel of the West, during his expansion age in the New World, and the treasure-lift he sought to 'exercise' against this saint-fatso of the town was a man admired by a local inn-keeper named Iago, a man of disreputable slander and conversational slang who chatted with my ancestor much about 'incomplete-distances' to commerce-life insurance for vanities as Amlan wandered around and happened to romance the lady-sheriff (Ezzy). This was a time of inventions in fortune-readings, and this inn-keeper Iago was rumored to have betrayed my ancestor to the saint-fatso ghouls who'd been loosely-hired to create 'bad-security' circles in the bank holding his disreputable treasures (rumored to be 'taken' from American Chinese railroad development 'linked' treasure holdings/motions). "Was this the dawn of great capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' paranoia for Earthlings?", I wondered to myself, as I read Amlan Satan's journal writings in America.

EZZY: Thanx for all your courtship and giftings and romance-talk/language, Satan.

AMLAN (My-Ancestor): You give me this ghost-feeling you're 'linked' to Iago.

EZZY: The inn-keeper and holding-master of town-gossip/chatter, Satan (me)?

AMLAN: You'd not think Iago's chat(s) with me reflects our shares in treasure-games.

EZZY: Of course not, Amlan Satan; I like you; this town likes you; maybe I need you.

AMLAN: For what?
EZZY: The art of the Homeland (fortune's leviathan).

AMLAN: A lady-sheriff with a scholarship/IQ; sounds like good-art to me (sure).

EZZY: We're all from Earth...we all 'love' the colored town/environment life (no?).

AMLAN: Maybe, Ezzy my love (sure).

Did this inn-keeper of great conversational darkness and sliminess, Iago, betray my ancestor Amlan Satan who sought a 'pseudo-vigilante' hand for deeds/treasures in that old-west town that 'flowered' his special (secret?) Romanticism-play for the lady-sheriff Ezzy who perhaps (arguably!) shared his interest in bad-treasure holdings in the western bank? Certainly, I'd consider what my ancestor's 'claim' is (in his preserved journal-write I now translate into a Homeland-American capitalism 'chess' adventure-veil for fantasy-fortune consciousness and 'pseudo' patriotism) for treasure-sensitivity and blood-diamond 'predecessor' intelligence a reflection of what makes Earth 'fare-rich' for lifestyle-commentary/bread --- a 'Selfie' leviathan.

IAGO: Me perchance thinks of colored IQ you love this rumored lady-turned-shrew?

AMLAN (My-Ancestor): Doubtless, inn-keeper of gossip-keep(s); but Ezzy's my mind.

IAGO: Not mine?

AMLAN: Are you somehow 'bound' with this diamond saint-fatso of the town-bank?

IAGO: Me?
AMLAN: You have the tongue-language of a man of veiled investment(s), Iago.

IAGO: Me perchance wonders of your bank-box plan with 'chemical' advent?

AMLAN: Make me some 'good' HCL, inn-keeper, and you'll keep your fatso-rapport.

IAGO: Aha.

EZZY: You did it.

AMLAN: I did much, Ezzy my love (including you).

EZZY: I'm still the lady-sheriff of this ghost-magic town, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: I'm still your wandering-stranger hero-of-scholarship, Ezzy my love (surely).

EZZY: You want me to 'escape' with you (now)?

AMLAN: A Catholic-convert view for New World 'expansion' in treasure's chess/IQ.

EZZY: Does Iago know?

AMLAN: Maybe everything.

EZZY: Damn (that's America!).

Amlan/Ezzy had to flee that 'ghost-magic' New World west-town, and it's because Iago betrayed the examination of blood-diamond predecessor magic that my ancestor (Mr. Amlan Satan) sought to create for that old western bank. Despite the fact that Ezzy loved serving that town as the lady-sheriff, she'd no choice but to 'escape' with Satan and turn to a new vision of capitalism-race 'chess-stalemates'...perhaps for 'Brussels-sprout' enterprise (somewhere in Belgium) for future social-media commerce-industry inventions commentary).

Today, I sit and enjoy some nice world-exchange symbolic soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) with my wife (Esmerelda) and think of the 'misadventure' of my ancestor (Mr. Amlan Satan) in that old western town/bank and how modern treasure-readings make for hospitality-readings for Earthling-fantasy and intelligence-optimism. Perhaps the near-tragic escape of Amlan/Ezzy reflects our own (modern) 'intelligence-work(s)' with treasure/piracy/terrorism these days, and why it inspires more inventions in storytelling for the Ego (e.g., Syriana).

I wonder who that inn=keeper of bad-faith really was, that stranger kind of host of the Old West (Iago) who most-likely betrayed my ancestor (Amlan) to the 'authorities' of treasure-exploitation/power(s) in that time of the Homeland, a time of inventions in superstitions/confidence/sanity! Perhaps he was just a wandering 'leprechaun' in our Earth-history of 'incomplete-distances' to history-preservation(s) in capitalism/fortune imaging (or bureaucracy).

ESMERELDA (My Wife): Who'd you think that 'Iago' figure (really) was, hon?
ME: Who cares...he didn't stop my ancestor's vigilante-examination for the bank.

ESMERELDA: Sure...but be careful in adapting Iago's 'visage' for superstition(s).

ME: You're right; there's a 'hand' for what's (timeless) social media leviathan (ok).