Purge: Kingpin

Earthling/American narrates his Purge-Council 'misadventure' tell in a time-capsule to be buried, concerning a baseball-card magic invoking official Pardon from radicalism (movie fanfiction).

The Purge adaptation/fanfiction. Happy Summer Sunday (thanks for reading!), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of media/movie fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced franchise of inspiration and all images/references used herein therefore comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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"Well, I moved into my suburbia shopping-complex area town center of great residential pillows and wondered with great wonder how I'd adapt my Wall-St. earning linked American Homeland dream-life to cyber-blogs about sports trading-cards magic, particularly my Upper-Deck card of a rookie-athlete of great future Hall of Fame caliber successes. I knew the card was special, because featured rookie baseball future-star was the son of another respected/established American pro-athlete, so it'd make for cool social media culture comment and talkies for my Selfie age of life 'linked' jellyfish."

ME: I like thinking of images of stories/cinema of inventions in fortune/chance!
READER: Sounds good; I like your juxtaposition of Upper-Deck with risk magic.

ME: I feel like my suburbia town-residence is great for American Dream qualia!

READER: Your featured athlete-card is a real gem for collectors/writers, ok.

ME: I wonder what comments I'll get with his mosaic about chance-and-baseball.
READER: Should be plenty, pal...Americans appreciate tales of darkness escape.

ME: Sure (thanx).

"Well, my cyber-presentations of tales of risk and magic of chance complementing my imaging of my Upper-Deck trophy-card was a cool reflection of my gratitude for things of the modern American Dream; and I had every reason (now!) to think such sports-windows imagery for comment/fanfare would mark me as a patriot-Earthling. That it did, but it drew me close to the Purge (Selfie-like)."

UNDERGROUND CYBER-ANNOUNCEMENT: "This announcement the inception of the annual nationalized/ritualized Purge, an evening (post-midnight) of sanctioned (cathartic/psychiatric) underground crime, anarchy, theft, vandalism, and murder for release of angst to control statistics-counts of criminality impact linked to a year-long (eternal?) anguish-need for time-confusing malice/mischief...take-note the Purge involves masked marauders marking target-homes and designated masked 'Runners' for demonization and victimization...some marked designates may be receiving official Council-Pardon ('CP') should they provide some necessary paper-proof of American culture patriotism-ABCD for leviathan/uncertainty...and take-note the Purge continues without-hitch from midnight to dawn (Selfie-like)."

PURGE WOMAN: Entrance required for your evening, sir.

ME: I'm gonna record this in a time-capsule for burial should I endure this.

PURGE WOMAN: You see I'm hockey masked, marked-target resident man!

ME: Why me?
PURGE WOMAN: The Council read your Upper-Deck culture-chance magic posts.

ME: I'm to offer some evidence/proof of patriotism for Council-Pardon, lady?
PURGE WOMAN: You've one-chance to do so, lest I shoot you with machine-gun.

ME: Wow...and no police around until dawn, even here in paradise/suburbia.

PURGE: WOMAN: Can you do it, fool?

ME: Well, my card-athlete is the son of a respected pro-athlete, ok.

PURGE WOMAN: So (what)?

ME: It does designate me as an Earthling interested in fathers-sons languages!

PURGE WOMAN: So (what)?
ME: It is not large, Purge-woman, that my baseball-card is inheritance-seasoned?

PURGE WOMAN: That's interesting...Facebook-like...fine, you're a Pardon.

ME: Thank goodness...of course I'll just 'share' this in a buried time-capsule.

PURGE WOMAN: Good (Selfie-like...farewell).

"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)