State of Graces

A man fleeing the claws-of-leviathan finds himself as a marathon-escapist in an Earth end zone of incomplete detections.

A dystopian runner-tale, drawn from varied media/comics (of a dystopian flavor). 

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Amlan Satan ran around his fare-complex Earthling city of mod-designs and wondered if as a marathon-man of incomplete-distances readings of leviathan for his nightmarish escape-run from some stranger cult-ring of eco-capitalism activism backlash (perchance a blood-diamond investor group troubled by his 'Robin Hood' tales of smugglers-highways intercept languages!). He ran and ran, and he hid and hid; sometimes he relied on the (veiled) assistance of his maiden-angel lady (Esmerelda); sometimes he wore mustaches and beards and wigs and hid-out in multiple college/university/school libraries pretending to be a tourist studying the books/knowledge of the land (damn).

Unusual and somewhat strange in appearance, Mr. Satan had always considered himself a nerdist of the Earth sportsmanship 'troubles' of treasure-motions for insurance securities and 'confidence' IQ, but now that he was a marathon-runner on the escape view from the stalking dystopia-forces of Hell, he wondered how he'd ever find himself back in the Selfie-consumerism commentary culture pockets-readings of simplified leviathan-evasion (for the Ego!).

ESMERELDA: Just flee to my daddy's chateau in Brussels, friend.

SATAN: Come with me...or meet/greet me there, Ezzy!

ESMERELDA: I've to wrap-up 'stuff' here pre-flight for my anime-art.

SATAN: Damn...leviathan's sneaky and smelling our romance-fiction.

Amlan made 'Ezzy' some (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving diner-plate yum pre-flight to Brussels, using a fake-ID to get onto Lufthansa to reach her daddy's chateau, where he'd plan his dystopian eco-capitalism escape-relief novel concept (Mr. Brown-Axiom). For some time, this prince-darling of eco-activism simply wondered if doorbell sounds would ring in Esmerelda's chateau, rung by a henchman with hand-axes with retribution 'fantasy' in the writhing brain (for bread/fruit). However, the bell never rang, and he now simply continued to daydream about Esmerelda arriving for more luchi.

FRIEND: I know Mr. Satan fled-away for some dark reason, officer.

POLICEWOMAN: I was assigned your hideous case and found zero, ok.

FRIEND: How does one vanish from Earth, officer (tell me)?

POLICEWOMAN: Anything goes fictional in a state-of-graces (apologies).

"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)