Park: Quarantine-Coral

A Story by Abishai100

Can mod-heroes approach the stealth-message of a lurking park-alien (New England) for a quotient worth pennies?

A tale of Homeland invasion featuring the eerie/ominous Creeper. Happy Holidays (shopping!),

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any material from the referenced horror avatar/franchise or claims of dramatization of any real-life folk-lore or story-board in social media and is therefore a 'personal' expression of creativity (for 'open' art).

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AMLAN: As the Star-Force members of New England park-defense, we're chess-men!

MARCUS: As your twin-brother, Amlan, I concede this 'Creeper' sighting is Hell-IQ.

EZZY: We'll have to choreograph a special park-perimetry light-blinding tactic.

DANICA: Disorient this 'Martian' with a battle-axe and zombie-visage for the park!

AMLAN: Well, we'll have to be chess-confident this 'Creeper' villain is Facebook.

MARCUS: Who doesn't appreciate the reading of social media?

Our Star-Force quartet of heroes, stationed at a hostel-station (Wingate) outside Boston, were commissioned to create a post blood-diamond mission-success 'order' to create a special Homeland/Earth park area perimetry for securing/investigating the presence-consciousness of a very dark Martian (apparently) with a battle-axe and creepy visage who'd been named (simply) the Creeper (wow). This zombie-visitor from Hell (if not the furious Red Planet!) was some Halloweentime messenger of 'incomplete-distances' to bureaucracy-leviathan in the new millennium of varied piracy/terrorism woe(s) destabilizing transit-readings (for social media).

AMLAN: This Creeper's claimed yet another victim in the New England park-land(s).

MARCUS: As Star-Force co-captain twin/brother, I concur this is post-9/11 Hell now!

EZZY: Halloween's passed, and me thinks there's a specific date for Creeper-mark.

DANICA: This bag-counter 'system' for security masters (like us) is simply tragic-art.

AMLAN: We count the saints in this 'battle' for the park-land(s); we can light-chess.

DANICA: For a social media professionalism bread (wow).

CREEPER: Well, you heroes arrive here from your station-portal Wingate.
STAR_FORCE: Surely, with these blinding confusing UV-light weapons for your park.
CREEPER: I've brought my consumerism-iconography figurine/doll, for IQ from Hell!
STAR_FORCE: You despise/frown the consumerism-spirits of holiday-season mall-IQ?
CREEPRE: I despise capitalism and your 'chess' of living vanities, heroes of Wingate.
STAR_FORCE: We're the Star-Force of traffic-securities and capitalism's bread.
CREEPER: Maybe I'm just a Martian playing a vanities maze-game for fortune-reads?
STAR_FORCE: You're from the underworld, another dimension, and we defend.
CREEPER: What you make of my consumerism iconography figurine-doll?
STAR_FORCE: Looks like something from Robotech (sci-fi); you're into human ads!
CREEPER: I keep doll, self-exile to your (deep) ocean-abyss (forever).
STAR_FORCE: Fine; keep the Robotech figurine (for you); depart from the park.
CREEPER: Good; perhaps we've found some exchange-hand(s) for materialities.
STAR_FORCE: Fine; seems we've found exchange-grounds for storytelling, Creeper.
CREEPER: Nevermind if I'm from Mars or Hell; consider this compact secret (now).
STAR_FORCE: Fine; perhaps we've made a special 'Roswell' examination(s) now.
CREEPER: Good; this was a Boston tale worth a handshake (from Hell).
STAR_FORCE: Fine; seems you're ready to be 'retired' into our (secret) albums.

CREEPER: Good (bureaucracy).

The heroes (Star-Force) made 'toast' of their miracle-deed in the Boston-park land with a world-exchange 'symbolic' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) to recount what they learned about (true) Earth-dominion defense (for laurels). The quality of 'expression' concerning the 'bread' of civilization was (now) a 'matter' for the story-writers of (special) capitalism-oriented human-world laces (ha).