Alternate End: Anime (Indra)

A Story by Abishai100

Inventive anime-fiction yielding a 'light' for contours in war, Romanticism, graphics-lines, and outright resistance-deeds (for a bureaucracy-reading).

Anime-storyboard (thanks for reading!),

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AMLAN: All this work with space-age (anime) graphics for anarchy is drowning.

RAKI: We're making for quite the social-media commentary culture image-IQ!

AMLAN: I fear we'll have a dreamscape image one-night after drinking a lot.

RAKI: That's the fate-world IQ for two Ivy-grad pals invested in anime-hellfire.

AMLAN: Very cool, pal; I suppose we're in for a real treat in graphic-immersion.

RAKI: Perchance we'll emerge on the other-side of hell with a Facebook-poke.

AMLAN: For bureaucracy in the world of cyber-art(s)...sure (good).

Amlan/Raki, two pals from Dartmouth, had prepared much in the way of cyber-anime storyboards for the eye-scapes in modern Earth-transit/matrix rhetoric and faerie-tales, combining (well) acrobatics and weaponry with 'humanist' culture psyche-trends for a fitness-consciousness for human-labyrinth energizer-IQ. That's why Amlan thought that one-night, after much celebratory-drink, the two Ivy-pals would find themselves in a dreamscape-vision 'teleported' inside one of those 'canonical' graphic anime 'universes' in which vitality was wrought from the activity-blocks of violence/bureaucracy (sure).

AMLAN: Check-out my Scarecrow-maniac vigilante-cop costume for Mardi-Gras.

RAKI: This is social media 'culture' pizzazz, pal, for an Earthling-distance (hell).

AMLAN: Seems we're primed now more than ever for post-drinking teleport.

RAKI: At least we'll make for 'outstanding' cops in our self-made universe.

AMLAN: Anime-bureaucracy (for psychology-detox).

Amlan was correct-o, for the two Ivy-pals found themselves 'teleported' inside one of their own 'canonical' similar anime universes following heavy celebratory-drink (New Orleans street-fare rich!) and emerged on the other-side of a dimension(s) portal as hero-jet pilots and saber-riders seeking vengeance for an incomplete dominion 'implosion' agenda/attack waged by a ruthless blood-diamond warlock named Indra (wow).

AMLAN: What a rush.

INDRA: Behold the extra-planet sky-atmospherics graphics in blood for Hell.

MINION: Perchance no one shall defy your machinery for anarchy/explosives.

INDRA: We've reinvented the wheel, minion; if only for spongy bloodlust (ha).

MINION: I fear there's dominion-chat(s) for two new mystery-warrior (heroes).

INDRA: Kill them (bureaucracy).

MINION: Great art(s) beryl, Indra (thanx).

Wow, what a ravenous universe Amlan/Raki, anime-artists were now immersed in as entered 'tourists' and warriors-for-hire, jet-pilot saber-riders. They'd encounter much in the way of this dominion citizenry's angst and passion(s), courting both Rationalism courage and incomplete Romanticism love-plays, for a landscape fraught with damsels, social diplomats, fallen-knights, and horrid evil minions of the 'lord' Indra. All they had to do to justify this investment by those hapless-spirits who hired them was to take-out Indra while entreating their own bloody-depression (for bureaucracy-readings!).

AMLAN: This guy (Indra) is like the Christian Devil (from Earth-world), Raki.

RAKI: We keep him quarantined for street-consciousness with steady-chess.

AMLAN: For the good of violence-control(s) and for the sake of his victim(s).

RAKI: Who said anime-artists were simply 'distanced' from their own brains?

AMLAN: Certainly not Indra (let's proceed, pal).

RAKI: Photo-synthesis in desperate democracy graphics, Amlan my friend.

AMLAN: What'd you make of my new lady-hawk friend/muse (Esmerelda)?

RAKI: She's a real-peach, Amlan my friend; don't let it distract you (Hell).

AMLAN: I won't let this 'lord' (Indra) sweep her away like a stats-education.

RAKI: Good for her; I imagine you boasted our new atmosphere-jet?

AMLAN: She was hopeful (sure).

When Amlan/Raki awoke, teleported back to Earth-world, they recounted their mercenary deed(s) against that evil (fictional/hypothetical?) 'lord' Indra as a special magical testament of all things woven into the tapestry of what made anime-art(s) a high-language reading for the intelligence behind moved psyche-defenses, for 'organic' life material. Raki made 'toast' for the memory with a cool world-exchange/customs 'symbolic' (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) to recount what was really learned...hospitality-readings sought for post-war depression (for all).

JOURNAL: "Fighting Indra transformed me; I've become a paranoid-artist, obsessed with a new Selfie-visage of that quality of distance to outright materialism-defense consciousness (or superstitions)...and it's because villainy in alternate-dimensions (imagined/hypothetical) may (surely) yield an Earth-realm insight into the everyday-life 'angst' chess-linked with wild/insane dogma, calming our human curiosity about Hell's deeds (if only for darkness)."