Outland: Striders

Narrated adventure into an anime-city requiring incomplete-lines for (trained) ninja-defenses in street-controls for (outright) badness-dialysis.

A fanfiction of varied anime/comics storyboards (Here comes Spring), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of anime-media adaptation contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any (potential) representative person(s)/body and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression of creative language-arts (for 'open' translations). 

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My name's Amlan Satan, and my pal from Dartmouth, Marcus Raki, was teleported with me into an anime-world which we'd been exploring as writer-artists, and we'd become special infiltrations ninjas in a special patriot-chess domain called Outland where a ruthless warlord (Rai) required a special bureau-reading for all things reflective of our Selfie-culture of incomplete-lines to confidence for street-traffic (wow).

AMLAN: We're sharing this dreamscape, and we're to cross through Stargate!

MARCUS: Excellence, for mysteriousness; let's cross-over, pal (Hell waits).

AMLAN: We've been training (albeit casually) in ninja-technique(s), so ok!

MARCUS: What's the worst that could happen, ok?

Marcus/I had been special junior-ice hockey coaches (New England, New Jersey) and came-together for this special anime-work studio venture for cyber-audiences and immersed ourselves in this Outland-place where he'd anticipated we'd become fully-obsessed but had no expectation we'd share a dreamscape vision in which we'd cross from athletics and arts into fully-developed Earthling adventurism (for social media commentary perchance!).

RAI (Outland-Warlord): Me hears of two ninja-patriots crossed for challenge?
ASSOCIATE (Outland): Our company'd been prepping a diamond-empire chess!
RAI: Don't fear, weakling; this Outland's art (for me)...photo-synthesis (ha).

ASSOCIATE: Well, let's have 'spiders' stalk for securities in photo-synthesis, no?

RAI: Fine (do it)...Facebook like (ha).

Marcus/I became fantastically-geared ninja-combatants to defend a treasure-smugglers choke created by Rai and intercepted his trucks/autos transporting conflict-zone gems for eco-capitalism super vision. This was extra credit greatness, and perchance we'd return to Earth-realm with a 'fantastic' tale of incomplete-lines to street-traffic controls for (simply) 'superior' dodecahedrons (wow).

RAI: What's it?
ASSOCIATE: We've lost the Yellow-Jackal (stone-treasure), baron!

RAI: Damn (bureaucracy-readings for 'insurance').

ASSOCIATE: Shiny (damn).

RAI: Silencer?

AMLAN/MARCUS: Who said we're hesitant in holding the right-stuff, Rai?

RAI: Shoot me in the leg(s)...and haul me off for psychiatric-treatment(s)!

AMLAN/MARCUS: Surely a leg(s)-wound shall suffice in street-lore deprivation.

RAI: Damn you (Facebook like).

We did it. Rai was incarcerated and being treated for criminal-insanity (officially), and we'd  become street-lore heroes before returning to Earth-realm, and, oh, that 'golden-gun' (silencer!) we'd used for the firestarter-shot to end his empire for eco-capitalism super vision simply imprinted in our brain(s) a ghost-magic memoir for all things Earthling-patriotic (for Heaven!).

MARCUS: I feel like crafting an 'overground' patriot-line art/board/comic, pal.

AMLAN: Excellence, for mysteriousness; American Homeland bound (wow).

MARCUS: Forgetting Rai, Amlan.

AMLAN: Time to seek 'true' love, Marcus (surely).

Marcus moved to Brussels to begin his own cyber-company for patriot-comics arts, and I stayed-behind in the Homeland (States), moved to Boston-town, met my lady-hawk true love (waitress, Esmerelda) and decided to repaint our special Outland-dreamscape for a Selfie-culture interest in all things street-comfy...and dialysis-dictionary (for the Ego).

"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)