Purge: Viking-Shoreline(s)

Affable football trading-cards man is marked by the annual Purge night of cathartic criminal-violence and must win an (ironic) safety-pin, in this movie-adaptation/fanfiction.

The Purge fanfiction, for your Halloween-'25 week. Thanks so much for reading (and enjoy), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the film-series of inspiration and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretations/comment).

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Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian American football cards collector, had moved into his idyllic suburbia-town in a Homeland Jersey 'pocket' (Echelon) ahead of the first-annual Purge, a night of socialized/ritualized criminal violence meant to serve as society-wide 'catharsis' to theoretically dilute the urge for anarchy in the human heart across the nation around the rest of the calendar-year in the American Homeland (ok).

He considered his new life perfect and wonderful, as a solitary card-collector of great merchant-appeal and sports-superstitions/fanfare demand in the 21st-Century and felt angst as the Purge approached, honestly thinking the Purge 'runners' and 'advocates' (weaponized/demonized for Hell!) would simply pass-over his sports-writing/sharing suburbia 'studio' for its (basic) American social/culture patriot-value for languages and arts and market-kite. Boy, was he wrong (Selfie-like!).

PURGE-MAN: Knock, knock, Satan, sir.

AMLAN: What do you want, Purge-man?
PURGE-MAN: Relax...it's Halloween-season in the States...I'm masked for design!

AMLAN: The Purge 'cult' sent you to invade my home and erase me from records.

PURGE-MAN: Your guess is like one-half perfect truth; I'm to see if you get pity.

AMLAN: Pity, Purge-man?

PURGE-MAN: You blogged (in Echelon) about a Vikings-QB 'trophy' item (Bowl-IQ).

AMLAN: Fran Tarkenton (20th-Century star)?

PURGE-MAN: He never won a Super Bowl but was great...defend him...to me.

AMLAN: So, Purge-fellow, I'm to impress your sports-sensibility (for welfare).

PURGE-MAN: You shall be marked by the Purge as a pardon-miracle, if you do.

AMLAN: What do you want from me?
PURGE-MAN: Hey, hey, hey, hey...do the best you can...I've no urgent matter now.

AMLAN: Wow, a release from home-invasion and bloody-murder, for just football!

PURGE-MAN: I'll walk around outside your Echelon-studio; you've 2-hrs. to do.

AMLAN: Right...Facebook-like (fair, I know).

Poor Satan (Amlan) didn't know what to do or think or jot at first. The masked Purge runner/visitor certainly wished to measure if Amlan had the American culture traffic 'sense(s)' to offer some Fran Tarkenton (Vikings-QB star) trading-card language-adjective for pure-perfect sportsmanship-culture note of Earthling knit that would (effectively/perfectly!) mark Amlan's Echelon-home as a pardon-pit from this annual/ritualized American Homeland underground/invisible 'event' of cathartic home-invasions and vandalism and criminal Hell. Amlan thought and thought and thought and thought and thought, as the 2-hr. time-limit dwindled; and then finally found the 'miracle' kindling that won him his awfully 'karmic' Purge-pardon ("Pp")...because he wrote on-paper for the 'runner' ("Tarkenton's lack of Bowl-victory parallel to multiple trips 'signs' my American trophy as an Earthling Western world culture 'whisper' for success-libraries and the Purge, for its very-special antisocial footnote."). The rest...is Purge history (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)