Liar: Merry Echelon

A Story by Abishai100

A Boston-town 'anti-prince' of logic and heroics 'hyperbole' seeks to dilute the gems-underworld street-gossip aura of a masked murderess with a masked Halloween heist-theater for some glass.

New England (modern) highwayman heist/culture portrait. Thanks for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've become a great Boston-town junior-hockey coach man!

FRIEND: Your stunt for Robin Hood lore for vigilantism invokes Liar-paradox art.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: "Every statement is incomplete" (except that one itself!).

FRIEND: Your work for rumored/insured 'blood-diamonds' lift is New England art.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Who said Robin Hood wasn't a hero against more evil axes?

FRIEND: You seek to intercept bloody murder with this heist-lore for campfires.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Whoever this gems-smuggler murderer-woman is, she's Hell.

FRIEND: You counter with a Town-USA story-word for things of social media, ha.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

Amlan, Slovak-Algerian eco-capitalist and hockey-coach of New England, had found a bound-Romanticism chatting things of American Homeland ethos with his hockey-lady girlfriend (Ezzy) and decided to counter the dark-shadows cast by a mysterious hockey-mask wearing woman of Boston-town bloody-murdering varied underworld 'figures' in the emerged Western smugglers-roads of diamond/insurance exploitation 'art' of Hell and fashioned a special Halloween-season eco-vigilantism theater Ezzy would be proud of, for the Ego.

Friends, Amlan was versed in the old-English lore of the great highwayman Robin Hood, an archer who 'magnificently' stole from the rich and gave to the poor, in a time of culture/kingdoms intelligence and (now!) fashioned himself a modern Earth highwayman and read of a lesser-known Robin Hood campfire-story of the legendary adventurer stalking/stopping a barbarian-like axe-wielding monster in that old English countryside who'd been terrorizing wealthy travelers with a unique brand of fortune-jitters. Well, Amlan now sought a similar 'deed' hyperbole for heroics in the 21st-Century as Halloween fast-approached and he set-eye on a mysterious hockey-mask wearing woman who'd been bloody murdering members of the Boston-town underworld 'linked' to smugglers underworld exploitation image (for leviathan/uncertainty). When Halloween Day came, Amlan interrupted his street-performance of masked eco-capitalism miniature pumpkin juggling outside his Boston-town bank to enter the institution with a water-gun...filled with restroom-made acid (Facebook-like).

BANK MANAGER: He claimed he was sent by the Ion-co. for eco-insurance art.

DETECTIVE: This 'artist' used an 'acid-gun' to lift rumored/insured blood-gems?

BANK MANAGER: He had the guardsman record the deed for insurance-hype.

DETECTIVE: He had a signed note about prepaid theater (from Baron Ion?).

BANK MANAGER: The Ion-co. claimed they wanted-out of any eco-theater gossip.

DETECTIVE: Ha, why add to eco-vigilantism gossip for smugglers-rumors?

BANK MANAGER: Baron Ion was linked to some African activity (Facebook-like!).

DETECTIVE: Well, whoever this Halloween-Man was, he'd complemented news.

BANK MANAGER: You refer to the hockey-mask wearing woman of underworld?

DETECTIVE: She's the real 'avatar' of this stranger gems-insurance gossip tale.

BANK MANAGER: Baron Ion just might see his company tied to her dilution, wow.

DETECTIVE: We'll keep your Boston-town bank out of any chance-risk stories, ok.

BANK MANAGER: Thanx, sir (Facebook-like).

EZZY: Be worried for this masked demon-supergirl, Mr. Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: I love you.

EZZY: You want to fly-away to Brussels now for a post-retirement waffle-dive?

AMLAN: You'll be the dive-manager, Ezzy (ok?).

EZZY: Who the Hell is this hockey-masked woman of the underworld, Satan?

AMLAN: Hey, I used to collect football-cards as a kid; now I've hockey-cards.

EZZY: Well, your Halloween 'theater' linked you to her underworld comedy!

AMLAN: When we get to Belgium, this 'supergirl' and Ion-co. Hell will be memoir.

EZZY: Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

Would you believe Amlan had been a pronounced homeschool teacher tied to eco-capitalism class in an Ivy-League arena in New England pre-coaching of sports and donning of his very-special Boston-town highwayman heroics theater-mask for diluting the smugglers-paranoia word cast by the mysterious hockey-masked murderess woman of unknown origin/agenda (for Heaven/Hell)? Boston-town had become Mr. Amlan Satan's special crusade-environment for things of eco-consciousness, the murdering 'supergirl' of underworld gossip had moved him to make his own (Halloween-season timed) eco-vigilantism theater-hyperbole for streets-talkies to have his work linked to the dark weirdness of the insane masked woman who had darkly/magically converted gems-motions to murder-kinesthesia for snow-globe vertigo.