Purge: Liar, Liar [4]

A Story by Abishai100

A 6-part movie adaptation of the Purge-series about dystopian-challenges of sovereignty, sanity, static, and maybe sportsmanship scholarship.

Purge series adaptation/fanfiction, in 6 parts; with a 'shield-hype' reference to the communications-trust oddity statement known as the Liar-paradox (language-logic riddle). Thanks so much for reading (Happy Autumn),

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"Oct.-30 had come and gone, and I was resolved to be led into my misadventure-ordeal on Oct.-31 as soon as the masked Purge-Man would ring my American Homeland doorbell to continue his inquiry of my sports-windows culture write concerning cheers/magic of my Buffalo-town football QB 'trophy' trading-card and why/how it caught vibes of things of competition and anticipations for the Ego. The Purge, an annual underground invisible socialized/sanctioned nation-wide night of cathartic mayhem of theft/murder that was to ease the criminal urge to indulge in lawlessness (for the surrounding time and the remainder of the calendar year, wow), was to pass me by, a normal overground American thinker/dreamer/writer/investor of things of culture/traffic, if I answered the right questions (Selfie-like)."

"So, the masked Purge-Man, sent by the invisible PC (Purge-Council), was to ask me to procure 3 more (final) statement-points about the acumen I toasted concerning my Bills-QB 'trophy' trading-card for football superstitions/shape to warrant an ('official') energized Purge-pardon (albeit secret!). The Purge-Man had already completed his full Oct.-30 round of inquisition and procured from me the first-half of the statement-list of my 'examination' of sports-culture and congratulated me for making the adequacy-momentum of satisfactory answers for potential Purge-pardon. I imagined he'd have bloody-murdered me on the spot (immediately) had I failed in such progress/success/momentum on that Oct.-30 eve in the Autumn-'25 season in my home (Facebook-like?)."

PURGE-MAN: Here I am, writer man (ha).

ME: Here you are, returned the day-after, Halloween Eve, for part-2, eh?

PURGE-MAN: Your first-half of answers, on Oct.-30, were satisfactory, pal.

ME: Good, cool...and I see you've brought your Evil-Elf shoppers parody avatar.

PURGE-MAN: I'm in the same get-up and require the same progress/sucess, pal.

ME: Sure, sure...the Liar-paradox reflection for Bills-QB card acumen language.

PURGE-MAN: Hey, it's your card, and you've written about it; Purge test is all.

ME: Sure, sure...and I'm to procure 3 more statement-points (Facebook-like).

PURGE-MAN: Good luck, writer man (Selfie-like).

"I thought about this 2nd-half of my Purge-test for pardon chance on this Oct.-31 time-slot and why I had to mentally 'link' Liar-paradox ('Every statement is incomplete') know with sports-shape inferences wisely/sharply/smartly in-time to get the (needed) satisfaction-evaluation or response from my inquirer, the masked Purge-Man, sent by the PC (Purge-Council). The Purge was a single night of Hell, carried-out by 'runners' with weapons, to make mayhem, to create social catharsis (nation-wide) that would ease the human urge to act criminally for any other time during the calendar-year (for theory). I was now a Purge-marked man, and I had to win pardon to save my own Selfie-life (for the invisible books). So, with such pressure, I constructed my 1st-statement for this 2nd-half of my Oct.-30/Oct.-31 double-day/night Purge-test, the 4th-statement point overall. After this 4th-statement point, I'd have to generate just 2 more/final points for the masked Purge-man. The 4th-statement point I generated asap was simple, 'This Buffalo-QB featured on my NFL trading-card toasts 5 consecutive show-know division titles (for complete conference-shape).' The Purge-man, to my relief, smiled (once-more!) in satisfaction and consented I had successfully performed the required 'duty' for Purge-pardon and (once-more!) stated I'd have 30-minutes now for rest and then 30-minutes to generate the 5th-statement point on that Oct.-31 eve in the American Homeland (wow)."