NY-Control: Cobra Sheol

A Story by Abishai100

GI Joe comics/media adaptation story of inventions in Earthling-controls 'image' for wrought cleats of patriotism and thanksgiving in '25.

GI Joe fanfiction. Happy Saturday NCAAF all,

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"I am the great Cobra Commander, and I seek this fine exploitation language of 9/11, the day the Earth stood-still, when terrorists crashed hijacked passenger planes into the globalism-commerce symbolic World Trade Center in NYC for a bad fire of Israel-Palestine weight; it's why I, as supreme leader of the fierce terrorist force known as Cobra (invisible) shall make for this 9/11 exploitation hellmouth(s) in the year '25...for a changeling-cartoon (Selfie-like)."

"Folks, you all remember 9/11, that day when black-smoke clouded our TV-audiences worldwide and reminded us why Americans' status as Big-Brother citizenry was by no means secured from the superstition of Invasion, and this was way weirder than Pearl Harbor...for it cast a special intrigue for the capitalism-arms bent and scratched by inventions in bad infiltrations fury for the Ego."

"There's a subway driver in your great Earthling city of whom I write about in this pre-prepared cyber-communication on the day of this '25 year, perchance to cloud-up your senses of Western worldly hand axes of festive culture masking for surefire hospitality sanity (Halloween?); I make mark of this 'maidservant-of-capitalism' as my special target of marks for incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of network exchanges secured for all (Facebook-like)."

"I, Cobra Commander, have targeted your Earth/American city metro-driver lady, a relation of a Penn state area sportsmanship (college football!) marshal (coach!) who shall become my special 'Rapunzel' for what's an innovation in terrorism languages for the Ego...to have you see that Cobra's qualia."

My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm part of the new covert/invisible 'force' of paramilitary operators on Earth (American Homeland) known as the GI Joes, and I'm encapsulating this premonitions-patriot line for a time-capsule buried in my New England backyard for future-world archaeologists to make for 'discovery' of my time/space of inventions in network-confidence for exchange in profit/education for governance mezzanines and power-thanksgiving. My GI-Joe field-name (alias!) is Lifeline, and I've a hunch that by Halloween '25, there'd be some threat to metro-transit securities media created by super terrorist 'eye' leading to some post-9/11 era Earthling superstitions concerning (actual) lifestyle (Facebook-like!).

Friends, as Lifeline, your advocate for democrats/patriots/humans, I consider my premonition(s) for Halloween '25, a special Reversi-space game utilitarian 'IQ' for what's Western banks securities for confidence/art. There'd be some threat-line to a metro-driver (a woman/damsel?) in '25 requiring some incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of Earthling 'view' of space-strategy doughnuts (for all!).

Starting in Autumn '25, as the NCAAF season kicks-off, I will be presenting mini-pizzas (homemade!) to metro-driver ladies across NYC; and I'll be asking them to post their reviews on social media; the woman who makes the more patriot-sides of claims for languages/creativity will be the one marked (I have this hunch!), and she maybe is some relatively normal individual linked to sports-culture (or TV!).

Who shall win in this 'contest' of wills/IQ for American Homeland sanity/controls, friends? Will it be the calculating Cobra Commander, a super-terrorist defying Earthling sanity needs; or will Lifeline prevail for pre-Xmas traffic/hospitality language for Western world defenses for the Ego? What do you think? Does Earth require a light to fortify our Big-Brother status as supreme chancellor/storyteller of capitalism, immigration, social media, and coffee (for all)?