Orange State Logarithm

A Story by Abishai100

A hero-person cop is challenged in a building-game in Miami for dolphins/diamonds/darkness by the Terrorist for a mod-Earthling 'cleat' of wellness.

A cool Sunday Summer season adaptation of that iconic terrorism-cleats hero fantasy series Die Hard, starring the great Bruce Willis.

DISCLAIMER: This work of media fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced franchise of inspiration and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' material).

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: Look, I dunno who you think I knew back in Algiers, terrorist.

TERRORIST: We play good-game, Amlan Satan; you're an Orange-State cop/blogger.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Yeah, so what; I've been writing about cleaner Bowl-gem ads?

TERRORIST: Selfie-like; well I'm taking this special Miami apartment complex (IQ).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I guess I'm to scurry around sending Selfie-posts as a mouse-man.

TERRORIST: Don't you like this bad-game for cinema (The Last Boy Scout), hero-imp?

Our hero man of the Orange-State (Miami), Mr. Amlan Satan, had been enjoying a sports (American football!) pre-season hostel-station (Inn-Express) TV-lounge stay in August in the West (American Homeland) when a deranged adversary calling himself the Terrorist challenged him to an apartment complex 'bad-game' for apartment complex implosions for a deranged Freudian joke about post-9/11 era skyscraper vanities of the ambition/fertilization variety for academic lingo we all remember from college-days we'd like to forget for American walls (ha). Follow along, friends!

TERRORIST: There's 3 bombs (C4, plastics, 'stuff), perhaps from the UK in Miami!

SATAN (Amlan!): Alright, I'll play your building-game, Terrorist; I'll crawl through in.

TERRORIST: Good for social media laughter, surely; each one you find, you disarm.

SATAN: Yeah, and text some Selfie-post for social media cop-humor in Florida, eh?

TERRORIST: The speed is the factor; the faster you do, the more I make praise.

SATAN: For dolphins, I get it, Terrorist; Selfie-like for the books/nerds (fine).

TERRORIST: Godspeed (for cinema!).

The Terrorist 'borrowed' a passenger bus from Mexico and drove it after painting it as some theatrical circus-like tourism media event bus, with no one inside but random hitchhikers he picked up en-route to the Orange-State where he took the passengers inside the grand 'American Dream' apartment complex while he planted his hidden bombs/devices for Mr. Amlan Satan to find for this apartment complex 'bad-game' of incomplete-distances readings for Earthling hospitality-IQ for infrastructure/roadways photo-synthesis (and football laughter!).

TERRORIST: So, I make this laughter for your Bowl-TV gems-ad culture lines.

SATAN (Amlan!): What, you make some eco-capitalism veil for heroics (terrorism?).

TERRORIST: Is that so deranged, given your co-fanfare for Eagles-Dolphins rivalry?

SATAN: No, no, no, no...it's really patriot-like (surely); you make critters-adverbs.

TERRORIST: Selfie-like?

POLICE CHIEF: This guy's found 1 of the multiple bombs/devices, yes?

REPORTER: Yes, and the Terrorist's ordered him to only 'commune' with us, Chief.

POLICE CHIEF: Sounds like an espionage movie commentary by a madman, friend.

REPORTER: We concur, Chief; the Terrorist wants some football-TV ad-culture line.

POLICE CHIEF: According to Officer Satan, this is some eco-capitalism hyperbole?

REPORTER: Satan's heroics (Facebook-like?).

Amlan found all the bombs, with the final one inside a mail-room area where a mother-and-child had been standing, so he had to act/think fast and throw the bomb out the window and shield the two, but it gave the Terrorist enough 'savvy' to flee with laughter given the disruption to American Homeland everyday/sane traffic and activity (damn).

TERRORIST: At least there was fireworks, hero.
SATAN (Amlan): You win half the potluck, crazy; no one was harmed anyways (ha).

TERRORIST: Maybe I shall return for an Eagles-Dolphins exhibition in Miami, Satan.

SATAN: Yeah, well, we'll all be there (too), including me; with some 9/11 Selfie-IQ.

TERRORIST: Maybe you'll fail (again).

WIFE: Wanna watch Blood Diamond (Leo DiCaprio)...on Netflix?

SATAN: That's what the psychiatrist ordered, darling (surely, thanx).

WIFE: Football's leviathan, so be wary, my hero-person (ok).

According to Interpol, this Terrorist had been making webs in places as varied as Brussels, Auckland, Oslo, Chicago, Vancouver, and Kuala Lumpur, determined to make an Earth-net post-9/11 era eco-capitalism veiled infrastructure/streets 'critters' paranoia about gem/treasures ads (TV) culture line of leviathan for random heroes to track and match for a grand social media laughter (for hyperbole!).