Warrior-Class*

A Story by Abishai100

An environment gripping warrior-dystopian 'adaptation' of the Walter Hill mod-classic about incomplete-distances...to (actual) playbooks.

A bright adaptation of that iconic gritty street-paranoia warrior gang-universe fright-diorama The Warriors (Walter Hill). Happy V-Day!

DISCLAIMER: This work of adaptation-fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced film of inspiration and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression (for 'open' representation).

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: "Organizing this special read for Homeland city-gangs, warrior-class, will require special hand-selections in Selfie/cyber culture for identifications of nerdists and idealists, be they in media-culture or subcultures, and perchance we might cast a special overhaul of the overground systems of capitalist-thought or IQ, and we'll make for field goals in the 'flare' of wrought distances to (American) detectives."

Well, there was indeed and in deeds, special darkness in the Homeland cities of America, where new-rads like Amlan Satan sought to harness special cyber-circles of net-activity to pronounce the varied forms of piracy/terrorism created by issues like Israel and blood-diamond highways-chess, and this warrior-class examination would involve post-midnight gang/clan runs of acid-gun armed 'sentinels' perhaps for some invisible dramatics concerning bureaucracy's (special) direction.

MONARCH: You dare defy my warrior-class with post-9/11 era imagery for IQ.

AMLAN SATAN: We're the new-rads; and we've found an art in frailty, genius!

MONARCH: This is high-photo synthesis you seek in the name of direction.

AMLAN SATAN: One can't fail in the traffic-chess task of unified Reason!

MONARCH: Idealism veiling libertine-thinking class; we'll see smoke, warrior.

The city was dark and troubled and also exciting, and there were warrior-gangs choreographing a complete continental Revolution, and even mod-rads, idealists (at heart), like Amlan Satan (a Catholic-thinker/soldier), were counted as drama-actors in this social media culture 'stage' of (shared) bureaucracy superstition(s).

AMLAN SATAN: I've recruited handfuls of your patriot-pals for the Super Bowl.

MEDIA-FIGURE: Why this anonymity for what's a class in capitalism theory?

AMLAN SATAN: The obstacles include rhetoric-clouding with advertisement.
MEDIA-FIGURE: This is some smoky chant for cinema induction, stranger!

AMLAN SATAN: I guarantee we'll find you a cute Cajun temp for Hell.

MEDIA-FIGURE: Intrigue; I recount cool cinema (Lone Star).

AMLAN SATAN: Thanx.

Well, perchance this 'nationalized' form of invisible smoky warrior-class unification for the hypothesized Revolution was in portions fiction, fantasy, faerie-tale, fear, fortunes, freedoms, and alfredo (ha). Perhaps the Warriors, led by Mr. Amlan Satan would find a new dystopian/Orwellian logarithm for hospitality-readings covering a new underground blueprint for what'd become (simply) dowry.