Game(s)-of-Fire

A Story by Abishai100

A quartet of cyber-gamers transported inside an Alien combat video-game require 'incomplete-distances' to engaging leviathans with superstition/magazines.

A fun fantasy-adventure inside the storyboards of Alien (video-games). Happy Thanksgiving,

DISCLAIMER: This work of media-fiction offers no ties to the referenced franchise and its video-game(s) and is only a 'personal' expression (for 'open' translations).

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AMLAN: Wow, this is a Wingate-chance to play cyber-games for Alien intelligence.

MARCUS: Good way to spend the summer, pal.

EZZY: I wonder what'd be like to encounter these 'leviathans' for real (inside).

DANICA: Well, we've the fortune to take-in the comforts of Earth-architecture (now).

AMLAN: If we got transported inside one of these Alien games, would we shudder?

MARCUS: We'd do alright, pal; maybe make discovery for Alien-chess of the Inferno!

EZZY: We'd keep such a strange examination a Wingate-secret (ok).

DANICA: No social media photo-synthesis (hmm).

The quartet of friends inside a special Homeland (American) hotel were spending a summer season playing some pretty graphics Alien video-games and wondered what'd happen if they'd be transported inside one of these virtual other-worldly examinations in terror/fighting and were about to see their wonder materialize, and they'd keep it a 'dark' secret from the world of social-media bureaucracy/commentary (for the Ego).

AMLAN: Good lord, what's that 'Stargate' portal we're crossing through (now)?

MARCUS: We're in this dream-sleep adventure together, so we've no choice, right?
EZZY: Stay cool, and walk-through that portal, and we might be getting that wish-IQ.

DANICA: I suppose a comfy-life of post-grad gaming afforded us this stealth-vision, ok.

AMLAN: I'll go first (and remember me for Facebook if I vanish, pals).

MARCUS: Cool.

Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica were transported inside the machine-universe of Alien video-games, the same type they played at the Wingate that summer-season of life's comfort and contended with these 'leviathan' beings of dragon/insect visage and ravenous stealth/claws with a predatory intelligence, just as in the games/comics/movies! Wow, what'd they remember from all this darkness? Fortunately, our quartet of heroes in cyber-dream sleep were armed (somehow) with potent Weyland-guns and had to board a parked vessel to reach back to Earth from Mars, but not before creating ninja-fire to accept this 'examination' of human wit(s)...for photo-synthesis (perhaps).

AMLAN: I'm out of ammo, Danica!
DANICA: I got you...but reload as soon as I run empty (ok).

AMLAN: Those freak-insects must be out of the Inferno or bottomless pit, honey.

DANICA: We'd no clue they'd be less than hospitable in an actual combat-field, eh?

AMLAN: Certainly not...but it's worth the quest for basic primal survival, Danica.

DANICA: If we make it home, I'll adapt this misadventure into some graphic-comic, ok.

AMLAN: Alright, I'm reloaded...good too, since you're about to run-empty.

DANICA: These things leap like the Devils from those games, as we thought (damn!).

EZZY: I Can see some of these before they reach us, but their acidic spit is evil(s).

MARCUS: I hope Danica and Amlan are doing fine, hmm.

EZZY: Shut up and keep-firing at these dragons.

MARCUS: No alternative for us (ok); at least we'll remember this as American (ha).

EZZY: "If I die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take..."

MARCUS: Keep firing, Ezzy.

The quartet used their Weyland gun-ammo wisely and got to the parked vessel from which they'd take-off from Mars and reach Earth safely (and thankfully!). Still in dream-sleep, inside this synthesized universe of contention with malicious intelligence, the quartet wondered (simply) if they's recount this journey into the Inferno of 'aliens' as a capitalism-race faith-test for what's the 'machinery' of ambition waged in a horrid physical-fire war of intelligence (or vanity!).

DR. SHELTON (Psychiatrist): What do you guys remember most about this vanity-IQ?

QUARTET (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica): Magazines...for lasers and flesh-and-bone.

DR. SHELTON: Good thing you share a solid faith in humanity...and Christianity?

QUARTET: We need to forget this and think of magazine-calming and normal chess.

DR. SHELTON: Good...consider your Wingate-remaining time some restoration-IQ.

QUARTET: Ezzy's adapting our dream-sleep vision into some space-age fantasy.

DR. SHELTON: Good for social media (cool).

Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica made 'toast' of their transcendence with a world-exchange symbolic culinary treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) on social-media and thought of those Earth 'incomplete-distances' to the superstition-magic of 'drawn' universe-darkness (or adventurism) that cast them as special IQ-diplomats of our world of ambition...and insider-secrets.