Iceman: Creeper's Revenge

Can an Earth-prince exile an adversary for (private) scholarship concerning 'overground' direction (for bureaucracy)?

A world-fable drawn from varied comics/media. 

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Iceman grew up with a special knack for ice-hockey and had become a junior-league coach and then a cyber-gaming master for EA-Sports fanfare in a Homeland-Jersey area of great photo-magic and didn't know his princely-quality destined him to become a challenger of a great adversarial underworld 'specter' known as the Creeper, who despised Earth-realm 'toys' like Facebook.

Iceman considered his love of ice-hockey something great, and he was really a great coach of junior-league sports, offering his showcases of skills for his youngling-athletes who skated on the rink with him, and he even boasted this 'pastime' on social media and had much in the way of superstitions-intelligence of the tie between sportsmanship...and Earthling-materialism (sure).

When Iceman won the Pulitzer for his searing portrait of a New England 'gang' of ice-hockey athletes who became blood-diamond operationalists under cover of darkness for capitalism-race treasure-insurance motions/examinations in the new millennium, folks took stock of Iceman's special princely-quality of mastery over Earthling-activity and imagination/intelligence (for social media bureaucracy!).

CREEPER: I've been spying on this Earth-prince of 'ice' and rather like his swiftness/mastery with cyber-games (ice-hockey!), which has become something of a visage-print for Earthling-consciousness, and he's a big fan of NY-team spirits/fanfare, so I'll offer him a special engagement for human world ideals, to see if he's got the 'icy-stuff' for the matter of bureaucracy/Rationalism.

ICEMAN: You want to play ice-hockey video-games online while debating online?

CREEPER: Do you doubt your princely-quality for this Earthling-culture challenge?

ICEMAN: You're a messenger from the dark-side of the universe, Creeper.

CREEPER: I know that; but this examination concerns your skill(s) with Earth-chess.

ICEMAN: Sounds fun, and it may warrant a non-Invasion agenda by you for humans?

CREEPER: Super deal, prince.

ICEMAN: I rather enjoy the icy-motions of Islander-play for PlayStation chess, man.

CREEPER: I'm not a man; more like a zombie; but I agree about swift-ice chess!

ICEMAN: I rather enjoy the motions on ice for synthesized athletics for capitalism.

CREEPER: Sounds like an idealism-ideology for a prince of Earth for activity, man.

ICEMAN: I rather enjoy the image of this contest between us; though I'm winning!

CREEPER: You are (in deed); why this contest-mentalism for Earthling-intuitions?

ICEMAN: We humans like virtual consciousness for competition diagramming, man.

CREEPER: Interesting, but why is this 'sportsmanship' warrant non-Invasion agenda?

ICEMAN: You know the answer...computing leviathan.

CREEPER: Damn (bureaucracy).

Well, Iceman achieved the deed of Earth-life safety-miracle, waged against the Creeper with his (cool) ice-hockey video-game and Earth-world 'culture' discussion for examination(s). The Creeper self-exiled himself to the deep-ocean abyss and became a (private) scholar of capitalism-culture nuances...and dangers. Iceman knew Creeper had put-aside his (incomplete) agenda for Invasion (or terror!) and continued his work(s) with education and sports. Iceman got married and shared his 2nd-love in life (pasta!).

EZZY (Wife): Comfort-food for leviathan-relief, prince-love.
ICEMAN: Cool noodle; Earthling thought-for-books (leviathan).

EZZY: Good (bureaucracy).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)