Furious State: New Earth Shape

Post-Apocalypse challenges of 'new' Earth heroics and darkness make 'mark' of a bad-contest between two forces of jellyfish.

Apocalypse tale for your Saturday's Eve. Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., NASCAR) and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/interpretations/criticisms).

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AMLAN: This unit of post-Apocalypse land anarchy requiring war is Satanic?

MARCUS: We're the right-quartet for off-road race-challenge for prestige!

EZZY: Maybe our examination for street-guerrilla warfare pre-race is good.

AJAY: As Amlan's twin-brother with other-skill, I'll confuse (masked gunfire!).

AMLAN: Facebook-like (homage to old-Earth languages of peace, ok).

Our quartet of post-Apocalypse wandering vigilante-heroes for hire, calling themselves the Surefires, composed of Amlan and his twin/brother (Ajay) and the married couple Ezzy/Marcus, challenged the new barren Earth reign of the heinous trio of chemical weapons ruling super terrorists of unknown origin(s). The Surefires thought themselves as reps of the old-Earth (pre-Apocalypse) democrat-laughs heads of all things of capitalism fencing (Facebook-like!).

The trio of reigning terrorists of the dark side of the universe controlling fears/panics in this 'new' Earth (following a global holocaust following the goings-on of 9/11 and North Korean tests during Trump's second American presidential administration) agreed to the Surefire off-road race-game public challenge following some street-gunfire tests for all things of old Earthling photo-synthesis (for leviathan/uncertainty).

The trio of evildoers of this new-Earth were named Smoke, Ninja, and Policewoman, and sure, they'd become drop-outs and pirate-profiteers of a post-Apocalypse 'environment' of raw-panic of chemical warfare exploitations for smiles, which is why our hero-quartet of Surefires (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Ajay) made 'mark' of this challenge for a 'dark-game' of IQ a toast to old-Earth arts/tales of things of democratic superstitions theater/defense (for the Ego).

TRIO (Smoke/Ninja/Policewoman): Damn, you won.

SUREFIRES: We thought we could to it...for old Earth.

TRIO: That street-rally gun shoot was quite the quiet prestige-diluter, heroes.

SUREFIRES: Didn't match Amlan's great dirt-road/off-roar race win(s), eh?

TRIO: We retire to New Zealand for self-exile and discrete private journal.

SUREFIRES: Cool...perchance we've (all) become fans of sportsmanship, no?

TRIO: Maybe (farewell).

SUREFIRES: Don't come back (for leviathan/uncertainty).

Ajay began to pen the post-challenge(s) adventure-patriot theme novel concept about old-Earth value and sportsmanship for field goals and good capitalism jardinieres, nodding to what made things like Super Bowl TV-ad culture all the 'qualia' of Blue Planet peace-jars for Heaven (wow).

AJAY: Didn't peg you a racer for dirt, brother.

AMLAN: You've always been the skeptic-twin, brother (ha).

AJAY: You should find a mail-order bride, Amlan (no?).

AMLAN: Maybe that's the joy bread/fruit for old memories of NASCAR.

AJAY: Facebook-like.

"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)