Homeland: A Creeper-Jack '23

A Story by Abishai100

Amlan and Macus defend the Wetlands from the axes-hands of an adversarial 'leviathan' for an expression of (simplified) lancets.

An inventive horror-yarn featuring the nasty Creeper (Jeepers-Creepers). Happy New Year's,

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AMLAN: This Creeper is either the Devil or Spring-heeled Jack (old-London lore).

MARCUS: These sightings in the Wetlands feature Medieval-axes and zombie-face.

AMLAN: It regenerates from wounds but is 'humiliated' by acidic-burns it seems.

MARCUS: Creeper wears a hat and trench-coat and has bat-wings for flight?

AMLAN: It's mobile, but a flare-gun shot to its wing to ground it is humiliation(s).

MARCUS: So we exorcise the Devil with shots and rounds of whiskey?

AMLAN: Something like that...perchance Homeland culture-sports patriotism-IQ.

MARCUS: A 'game theory' for encounter with raw darkness, Amlan pal.

AMLAN: We've the credentials/credence; cease its decapitation 'agenda' chess!

MARCUS: Wetlands is that last-bastion of Earth-eco humility, Amlan.

AMLAN: I know; yields social-media culture 'friendly' memoirs of life/bread.

MARCUS: Creeper decapitates men and women, but not children (it seems!).

AMLAN: It's a 'dashing' adversary with the prints of diplomacy for Hell.

MARCUS: Bloody-murder and Wetlands disorientation; loss of fertility; evil.

AMLAN: Roswell media, here we come!

Now, we all know the Wetlands is a serene swampy area or 'rich' organic consciousness, and perhaps this adversarial 'Devil' Creeper Amlan and Marcus now tailed seriously was some nemesis of Earthling-intuitions...or daydreams. Perhaps Creeper really did require some raw-length of patriotism-driven exorcism/humiliation for an imposed 'exile' status/examination, paired (nicely) with flare-shots to wings for grounding and 'negotiated' distance requirements. What was the mythic tie between swamp things and decapitation...for our Homeland social-media culture of those 'incomplete-distances' to terrain-trekking ABCD? That's what concerned our two would-be heroes (Amlan/Marcus) for life.

AMLAN: A Montana-QB card...for exorcists?

MARCUS: Why not...a memoir of Super Bowl '23...diligence in sportsmanship-chess.

AMLAN: Flash the trophy to Creeper-eye for confidence-language for journals?

MARCUS: For a bureaucracy-reading in 'leviathan' arms (exile-research).

AMLAN: Good materialism.

Amlan brought some (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plates to the Wetlands to remind himself of the living spirituality of fending off this Invasion in the Homeland, to remind himself why comfort-consciousness would be 'wed' to an exorcist-agenda and flare-light confidence for contesting the Creeper's dark bloody-murder message of terrain-disorientation (for leviathan!).

Amlan/Marcus also decided to dress up in Halloween-like fare for this Wetlands adventure of hopefully not doomed proportion. They made themselves look like 'ninjas' (or thieves!) with their weapons/kits to create that special 'cop' confidence feeling (for would-be heroes/vigilantes) in this challenge to the Creeper's 'unnatural' threat to our Homeland culture of 'incomplete-distances' to lifestyle festivity (for organic-journals). This was a new American Dream.

AMLAN: Acid-guns eh?
MARCUS: After we ground Creeper, we 'splash' its claw-feet with hot HCL, Amlan.

AMLAN: Pal, we're like Green Arrow and Green Lantern, heroes with chemistry!

MARCUS: If it is really the Devil, we should remain humbled about war-sanity.

AMLAN: Without doubt(s), pal; Creeper's the leviathan of Wetlands-honey!

MARCUS: We won't fail...this is 'drumstick' religion.

Marcus had done some Orange-State microfiche readings of Roswell/invasion lore for post-WWII social media consciousness to pair with Amlan's studies of post-9/11 era Homeland superstitions surrounding terrorism and invasion-consciousness. Was the Creeper a sort of 'creep' in this nasty universe/Earth of distances to bureaucracy-sponges, for all of us?

CREEPER: Welcome to my Wetlands, heroes!
AMLAN/MARCUS: You speak (mod-English).

CREEPER: Me thinks you're the brand for fantastic-teamwork thoughts for ale.

AMLAN/MARCUS: We've got a Montana-QB card; in defense of American knowledge.

CREEPER: You fancy me the Devil or something like Spring-heeled Jack?

AMLAN/MARCUS: We know you're a 'leviathan' messenger of anarchy/Hell.

CREEPER: You've grounded me with flare-shots to my wings, and acid to my feet!

AMLAN/MARCUS: Now we demand self-exile in concession for our deliverance.

CREEPER: Exorcist-vigilantes with tools/kits for expressions in fortune-readings/IQ.

AMLAN/MARCUS: We know you're not stupid; this is 'simple' credence-for-culture.

CREEPER: You think my axes-hands uncouth for social media, ha.

AMLAN/MARCUS: We simply seek a statement-examination in our stand in ABCD.

CREEPER: Damn bureaucracy-readers; I'll exile to your ocean-abyss, with IQ.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Condition?
CREEPER: You flash that Montana-QB card as Homeland-materialism/religion.

AMLAN/MARCUS: In deed, Creeper.

CREEPER: Super Bowl '23 featured a Cali-team win but Cincinnati 'flare' and style.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Why no Cali Gold Rush lore-spirit for Cali-team cheers spicing?

CREEPER: That's my question...shouldn't there be 'less' Cincinnati-cheers for all?

AMLAN/MARCUS: The answer's straight...Montana was a 'calming' bandmaster.

CREEPER: Damn (alright); keep me secret, and post on social-media heavens.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Excellence, for bureaucracy (farewell).

Wow, what a miracle in the Homeland (Wetlands) our two great pseudo-vigilantes achieved, Amlan and Marcus! The exile of the 'leviathan' Creeper, perhaps the Devil himself disguised as an anarchy-messenger of swamp things bloody-murder and invasion (for superstition!), was a trumpet-call for Earthling-history/bread for those photo-graphics in storytelling concerning those 'incomplete-distances' to domain-and-culture controls (for life/art).

AMLAN: We're the excellent chess-men of Homeland sportsmanship, Marcus.

MARCUS: I fear we left something out, and Creeper's return for a year-mark ('23).

AMLAN: What...because of Super Bowl '23 (89), Montana-QB media-stuff/IQ?

MARCUS: What if that Creeper was the Devil with an 'immortal' test for Hell?
AMLAN: Me thinks we've procured a special lifestyle potion for Creeper-advantage.

MARCUS: Perchance you're right, pal; America's bred for 'stone' cultivation.

AMLAN: In (any) conditions.