Carnage and the Kick-Train

American psycho turned alien-infused specter of Earth/America, Cletus Kasady ('Carnage'), gets another train-hell art and 'mingles' with a Western corner.

Carnage (Marvel Comics) Summer season fanfiction. 

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Mr. Cletus Kasady had become a special face in the American Homeland for psychosis-consciousness of the evil variety, having terrorized more than one Western city for incomplete-arts of Hell-invocation as the alien-symbiote 'being' infused half-human half-creature of flesh-morphing malice and nihilism called Carnage (wow). Cletus/Carnage had made terror on multiple trains to make messages of the eeriness of chaos concerning loud posture madness and violence theater 'hyperbole' for the Ego. Now, Cletus/Carnage sought another train of mark/target to make Selfie age commentary on transit paranoia for bloody superstitions.

The 'Carnage' had found a new train to make this new message of new bad-news in the American Homeland; and it was (yet-another) passenger train (otherwise) gliding on the rails of the Western world, boasting multiple celebrity and royalty guests tied to some sports-media cheer in a Summer season of Earth. Perhaps Cletus/Carnage sought disorientations of post-Summer Autumn-TV commentary for touted/anticipated college/pro football cheers that came every Autumn in the American Homeland (Selfie-like).

JOURNALIST: Another train trophy for the Carnage marks another weirdness.

CLETUS: I'm just glad to be here in the streets viewing the energy of folks.

JOURNALIST: Like me, a journalist human-American curious about evil-ID, eh?

CLETUS: No one shall know who the Carnage really is, but we're all curious, ok.

JOURNALIST: You seem quite sensitive about Carnage-claws...as if you're aware!

CLETUS: I'm just a regular-fellow, American...Mr. Cletus Kasady am I (innocent).

JOURNALIST: Right...well, we journalists just want news-IQ for sanity-opening.

CLETUS: Carnage would like that...that's what we all hope for sane games, ha.

JOURNALIST: Right (Facebook-like).

WAITRESS: Here's your fried chicken, friend.

CLETUS: Wow, some juicy and crunchy meat for a Saturday post-train journey!

WAITRESS: So, you rode-in into my home/town on train...you know of Carnage.

CLETUS: Hey, I'm just following the journalists, along...see what news delivers!

WAITRESS: Carnage is giving (all) Americans transit-motion jitters, friend, huh?

CLETUS: Why don't you join me for a moonlight-cliff park meditation post-hours?

WAITRESS: That sounds like plan for a fried-chicken man (I'm a fan too!); why?

CLETUS: My name's Cletus Kasady...and I'm distance from the Carnage, darling!

WAITRESS: That's believable, friend...I guess post-work 'escape' sounds sane.

CLETUS: Perchance we may share a male-female sentiment about Carnage, ha.

WAITRESS: Right...that sounds somewhat jeweled...bloody-justified.

CLETUS: Cool (Selfie-like).

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

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