The Forest (Jersey): Predator Thorn

Predator series fanfiction featuring the dreaded hellraiser alien-invader variety for Pine-Barrens woods wings, and Earthling (Marines) heroics qualia.

Predator alien sci-fi horror fanfiction. Happy weekend, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of media fanfiction contains images/references with no commercial/ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., Indiana Jones) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' interpretation). 

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AMLAN: The Pine Barrens is where this 'Predator' alien spaceship crash-landed.

MARCUS: So the Marines want us to move into that Homeland-Jersey woods (IQ).

AMLAN: We're to prepare a special strategy-game with my blueprints, pal.

MARCUS: Hurl silicone balls at the preying Predator while you shoot nitrogen.

AMLAN: Some of the freeze-liquid hits the balls, and some hit the Predator, pal.

MARCUS: Disorient the invader in the Pine Barrens for sport-disorientation IQ.

AMLAN: That's what Earth-lands defense for 'exiles' requires...Selfie-like.

MARCUS: Shoot and hurl to tickle (Facebook-like).

Our two protagonist prince hero Marines, Amlan and Marcus, made inways into the dark and folkloric Pine Barrens woods of NJ/USA where they'd encounter a lethal and terrifying alien invader, sighted/spotted by witnesses (survivors!) who claimed it had dreadlocks and a metal helmet and shot lasers and chakras for decapitation and required special 'diplomacy' engagement for disorientation to pronounce outright sovereignty language that we humans were willing to simply and clearly create a reciprocal 'hunter-game' contest activity to send it the competitor-message that this was an adjective-line for non-race contact for the confrontation variety for forest record.

US ARMY OFFICIAL: Maybe it just wants single game exchange pre-exile.

MEDIA CONSULTANT: We've sent our very best (elites!) to the Pine Barrens.

OFFICIAL: Amlan and Marcus are armed with unusual tools including standards.

CONSULTANT: If disorientation 'chance' is the invader's game, Earth's cinema.

The plan worked. Amlan and Marcus, our two protagonist 'antihero' princes (Marines!) hurled silicone balls at the lurking woods-Predator (alien specter of Hell!) while shooting freezing nitrogen to mock and disorient and confuse and even provoke sarcastic laughter, moving the Pine Barrens invader of post-infiltrations self-exile 'will' to understand/appreciate that humans simply would create the right-stuff hand-axes for words of non-race contact confidence/games...for 'good' fiction image.

By hurling silicone balls and using liquid-nitrogen 'toys' in the Pine Barrens, Amlan and Marcus managed to deliver a 'field goal' message that readings of Earth-lands defenses for games-language and 'adjective' created the right-stuff non-race contact pronunciation; this moved our fierce (and terrifying!) Predator to simply dive into our Blue-Planet deep-ocean abyss (forever) as a self-exiled specter of Hell, vowing never to return overground for future race-contact (wow).

GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL: You did the good thing, heroes.
AMLAN/MARCUS: We saw the rendered museum art of the casualties, sir.

OFFICIAL: Seems for the right football adjectives of Earthling defense, heroes!

AMLAN/MARCUS: Perhaps this was a prologue for some novel adaptation, sir.

OFFICIAL: We worry about the art...now that you've earned bloody-retirement.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Facebook-like (cool).

AMLAN: Halloween movie theater view, for Earth's Heaven, darling.

GIRLFRIEND: You should've considered anthropology teaching as occupation.

AMLAN: Selfie-like (thanx).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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