Ivory Coast: Predator Philosophy 101

A Story by Abishai100

Alien landed terror in Cote d'Ivoire signals epic defense cleats, in the form of a French-American alliance for Earth's 'TV' quarters.

A Summer fanfiction of that sci-fi/horror alien-invasion terror and bloody-murder franchise Predator and set in the wonderful Cote d'Ivoire ("Ivory Coast"), which I hope you'll like (and thanks so much for reading),

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the Ivory Coast and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' criticism).

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SOLDIER SATAN: I've seen birds and cheetahs go-on blithely without self-thought.

IVORY COAST DEFENSE MANAGER: Whatever this alien is, it's got glowing eyes.

SOLDIER TESSIER: Well, we're two recruits from America/France (Satan and I).

IVORY COAST DEFENSE MANAGER: We've to secure tourism for the Summer (TV).

SOLDIER SATAN: This invisible buzz-saw weaponized eye-glowing alien's a Predator.

IVORY COAST DEFENSE MANAGER: America's given (secret!) hand-laser cannons.

SOLDIER TESSIER: This is epic Cote d'Ivoire forest lines for national/world image.

SOLDIER SATAN: Selfie-like (football/fiction!).

The Ivory Coast conferred with the West and was delivered two miracle-men, merry-men of war, infiltrators of the forest/jungle, Satan and Tessier, to intercept a prowling crash-landed alien (Martian perhaps!) who had powers of half-invisibility, a buzz-saw thrower for decapitation, and glowing yellowy eyes from the abyss (wow). Now, you know Cote d'Ivoire is a wonderful island-city with tourism-handshakes for cleats and TV light, but now it was terrorized by this alien, whom Soldier Satan called 'Predator' (for its raw agenda of Earth-environment photo-synthesis deformity for bad-fiction).

SATAN: I was hoping to pre-Autumn TV-travel off-duty fun in Paris (post-Olympics).

TESSIER: Well, seems our 'Predator' has turned Cote d'Ivoire into an 'alien' photos.

SATAN: Well, these gov't-spectacle hand-laser cannons should return Hell-for-hell.

TESSIER: Doubt it's sufficiency for decapitation of the Predator, my ally-pal??

SATAN: Nah...Earth's all FaceTime-value (peace/intelligence).

TESSIER: Good (football!).

The Ivory Coast jungle was foggy and blurry on the dawn that Satan/Tessier landed and crawled into the area where multiple (human) lives were lost, at the half-invisible hands from Hell (the Predator). They made camp, got into camouflage consciousness, and took training-shots with their gov't hand-laser cannons from Heaven (Selfie-like)>

It was a miracle feeling to use this kind or 'brand' of Earth-life defense weaponry, this oversized multiple band/frequency/line thrusting laser 'gun' from Heaven, but that's what was needed, according to Soldier Satan, to 'exorcise' the alien invader whose bloody-murder agenda in Cote d'Ivoire must've been some direction sarcasm languages for our human capitalism 'weight' for fun/godliness.

When our two heroes (soldiers) spotted the Predator, they used the weapon and disoriented the evil-b*****d, making it angry, causing it to refract from invisibility tactics and outright stare at them with his glowing-eyes and revealing its (his?) awful metallurgy-friendly 'Centurion' helmet from Hell (wow).

They exorcised the Predator in that Cote d'Ivoire forest for Heaven, sure. Satan/Tessier returned to the Ivory Coast city-downtown to be addressed by the gov't-ambassador, Ms. Shelbye O'Hara, an ex-Bostonian who planned a nice New England parade (TV!) in their honor, post-wrap in the Ivory Coast for tourism photo-synthesis (cool).

SHELBYE: Thanx a havens-lot, gents.

SATAN/TESSIER: 'Twas nothing pre-Autumn, Ms. O'Hara (sure).

SHELBYE: You burned the Predator (ashes) post laser-surgery, gents?

SATAN/TESSIER: Unless it's got follower-friends from Mars, it's the last variance!

SHELBYE: Selfie-like (cool).

Satan returned to the American Homeland where he took up a retirement comfy and heavenly laid-back worker position as a gas-station man, perhaps hoping for wrought post-war/defense humilities with easy-meditation capitalism work for the streets (wow). He never wanted to think of fancy guns (or alien 'immigration').