Highlander: End Zones

Fanfiction of the iconic Highlander (swords/time-travel) franchise about inventions in Earthling 'sport' dodecahedrons for defense/destroyers.

A Summer fanfiction of the iconic swords-and-stickers time-travel franchise Highlander. Thanks for reading, 

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AMLAN: This hostel-station (Inn-Express) has a mark for waiting-in-vain.

MARCUS: We're time-traveled highlander-swordsmen with the bread/arms for IQ!

AMLAN: We'll away to Fort Knox to engage this marauder time-bandit hell-force.

MARCUS: Sounds-dialysis for leviathan; swords against swords...for cleats.

AMLAN: Hail to the Inn-Express...for patience!

Our two time-traveling protagonist 'prince' highlander-swordsmen, Amlan and Marcus, were at the Inn-Express thinking of the measure of anticipation for defense (swordsplay) of Fort Knox, where their time-traveling rivals/enemies, a force of hell, would descend to create mass panic of Earth-commerce treasury 'thought' in the post-9/11 era American Homeland of Selfie-consumerism commentary culture readings for the Ego (sure).

All they had to do was connect the dots to determine when their enemies would land on the field of Fort Knox, and then they'd have to choreograph the right post-midnight battlefield expression, keeping the guardians/guardsmen/security blinded while they engaged with their demon-opposites (with swordsplay). You see, Amlan and Marcus, the highlander-gents, knew their enemies would land post-midnight post reading of their vain claims on social media.

DEMON: "We'll take the bullion and leave bouillon for treasury-narcissism."

AMLAN: I can see them, Marcus.

MARCUS: These demons with swords are no joke, Amlan.

AMLAN: We'll have to work in-pair and diagonally to create stretchy doubts.

MARCUS: Aha, confuse them into a Selfie-shades culture vanity-funny?

AMLAN: Isn't that the mark for highlander-gents...incomplete bureaucracy arts.

MARCUS: Good.

DEMONS: Damn you two heroes of gold and silver.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Seems we've cut you to size; altered your force in 1/4.

DEMONS: We retreat; keep your gold/swords (Fort Knox).

AMLAN/MARCUS: Seems this 'environment' is once-more...eco-doubt (ha).

DEMONS: Damn you (retreat).

Folks, sadly, pre-retreat, one of the undead demons of sword slashed Amlan in the neck, killing him. HIs highlander-gent best friend (Marcus) laid him in a nice 21st-Century cemetery and took-back to his own dimension (time) a nice image-artwork to reflect on the 21st-Century art-walls of securities cleats (for the Ego).

MARCUS-SPEECH: "Here he lay, my highlander-friend, a good fighter, with swords-for-hooks; helped me dispel anti-capitalists (from another hell); we part now...in remembrance of what made gold and treasure-islands a 'thing' of incomplete bureaucracy arts for leviathan."

"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)