Tournament for Elfin-Dunes

Narrated view of cyber-tourney 'culture' and the games that prompt both capitalism significances and individual effort for the colored-glass reading of philosophy.

A video-game culture fantasy/story (fictional). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations). 

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I was working at a special video-game tournament mezzanine place when challenged by a legion of suited capitalist challengers seeking to defy my social media culture representation of democratic competitiveness for football and war themes games designed to promote Western (American Homeland) fashion for symbolic activity (Selfie-like).

LEGION: "We'd insist this cyber-neo hero of democrat intuitions makes this video-game tourney mezzanine something of a toylands fantasy for youth and idealists, which is why we claim a double-sword here...firstly, Mr. Satan is like our cyber rhetoric diplomat-hero and therefore our mark for assassination...secondly, we know he's courting one of our office-girls (Esmerelda) and assure you, the 'crowd' of Earthlings, that our ultimate interest for image in this democrat-challenge is to determine if in this Gladiator-arena of games if Mr. Satan has what it takes to promote the 'cleats' of ABCD field goals (for end zones)."

The challenge was set, and the Legion made the shrewd arena declaration-statement for their 'Gladiator' image by citing my 'James Bond' like Romanticism for one of their office-lady sirens (Esmerelda) whom I now considered a special 'Rapunzel' for rescue or languages (ha). Sure, I had to both create democratic like prowess weaving through the gargoyles hired by the Legion at the tourney while reminding the audience somewhat intimidated by the Legion that I'd not betray their crowd-romanticism for my freckles for Esmerelda (hmmm).

Sure, that Legion was tough and cinematically expressive; and they effectively cast me as some dystopia-messenger 'hero-man' for the video-game tourney of great Western (American Homeland) charm and intrigue and even darkness-interests of profiteer-imagery (wow). Their competitor gargoyles, using video-games of football and war-field themes, re-presented themselves as messengers of machine-like cutting for scores and hits (damn). My duty free 'examination' concerned a video-game languages for casting these contests of civilization representation/symbolism as fertile for placements of lone-warrior advanced thought-space (for 'good' fiction).

ESMERELDA: You used a Bills-team choreography to down the Legion's Brady?

ME: I had to find new-ways to forge new-gen looks for field goals of offense!

ESMERELDA: Parallel to your Gulf War war-simulations play (machine-guns)?

ME: Maybe your Legion, my-lady, makes 'mark' of you as Facebook-like (eh?).

ESMERELDA: Perchance video-games have become magazine diet, Mr. Satan.

ME: Sure (football's a war or ad, surely).

Did I win? Yes, I did; and Esmerelda and I escaped/retired to Brussels. We'd recount that 'examination-eye' for video-game labyrinths for capitalism-race symbolism/significance concerning why the Legion sought to re-express tourneys as profit/ambition consciousness for Earthling vanities (hmmm). The Legion sent me a congratulatory Reversi computer-game package, and I enjoy it now with Esmerelda in Europe (ha). Had I lost that dark tourney of incomplete-challenges adjective, I wonder if Western thought for cyber-activity and energizer-IQ would've been somewhat/half darkened by the shades of consumerism (wow).

"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)