Hero of Things

A Story by Abishai100

Inventive fanfiction-of-sorts of Alex Proyas' deep/dark look at city-measures of escapism and bound-heroics for leviathan-breaks.

A heroics fantasy inspired by Dark City (Alex Proyas).

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Let me tell you my faerie-tale of rescue of a waitress in my darkened city of narcotics, created by a horrifying warlock moved from Europe and settled into my 'town' with smugglers-roadways (blood diamonds) exploitations for finances/arms, requiring me to work as a vigilante and street-prestige destroyer with bank swaps involving eco-message glass-animal toys. This was a year-long campaign, and it effectively cast the city warlock (Judas) as a destroyer of capitalism overground eco-comment (for the Ego!).

I'll tell you my streets-trick involved the use of a symbolic/allegorical 'reflection-shield' of incomplete-distances readings of the vanity of capitalism's arms for bread/fruit for the Ego (ha). Judas was furious, and I had to have that chemical reaction of great wits, and meanwhile I'd fallen for a city-waitress of anticipated depression, seeking to just endure this darkened city of Hell for toys (damn).

JUDAS: That flying squirrel means to upend my claws for this view of Empire.

MINION: Well, me thinks he's taken some Romanticism...offering hostage plans?

JUDAS: Not if he uses his femme-squirrel as some mock-hostage for diamonds!

MINION: Damn (Facebook-like?).

Friends, Judas' plan was simple and horrifying. His claws sunk into the policemen banks and created chance for him to dare to give his own street-securities for damsels, and this was way more sinister than just organized crime (wow). That's the environment/climate in which I discovered Shelbye, a smoking waitress who simply needed an escape-plan. We flew to Brussels once my heroics were seen, and I never exposed my face/name, which kept Judas distant (from us!).