Tower of Bureaucrat

A man invested in antiterrorism storyboards finds 'discovery' in specter-exchange at the new World Trade Center for Earthling mortality.

Comics character adaptations. Happy Holidays! 

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Mr. Amlan Satan flew to the newly build World Trade Center, post-9/11, for some incomplete-distances readings of Western (American Homeland) infrastructure shapes for metaphysics inspired storytelling for Earthlings and wondered if his special terrorism-paranoia crayon-doodle character, a stick-figure for his cyber-storyboard, would invoke some deep Selfie-age ghost-magic (Facebook-like).

He got to the tower (NYC) and flashed his special toy-gun to the guardsman and boasted his nifty kids-friendly crayon stick figure terrorism-paranoia doodle character and was given a smile and ushered into the elevator where tourists would enter to get to the top of the tower for a special Summer sunset Selfie-event for pre-4th (Independence Day) gathering.

Amlan thought deeply now about 9/11 and how the devastation caused by (televised) invasion imagery in the American Homeland of Earth made for special superstitions of tremors and troubles destabilizing a deeply-rich 21st-Century (new millennium) energizer-IQ for consumerism and network linked globalism rhetoric for social securities (for confidence/arts). That's when everything changed for Mr. Satan, the protagonist.

PYTHONA: Do you know me, mister?
AMLAN: Goodness, you look like that snake-venom terrorist from comics.

PYTHONA: I'm quite real, Earth-man (ha).

AMLAN: You appear to me in this strange dream-vision at this tower-top?

PYTHONA: It's your special terrorism-superstition crayon-doodle I find.

AMLAN: My Cobra Commander stick-figure kids-thing?

PYTHONA: That's it...and it's drawn me to make a revelation to you here.

AMLAN: Something more unusual than the truth that you're actually real?

PYTHONA: No one here (NYC) can see me but you, fool.

AMLAN: What's this stranger revelation, snake-lady of terrorism?

PYTHONA: I'm an immortal, a blood-creature, a vampire of darkness, man.

AMLAN: What?

PYTHONA: Doubt?

AMLAN: That's not in the comic book, Pythona.

PYTHONA: It's a secret...for you (Selfie-like).

PYTHONA: Do you know of vampire legends (e.g., Transylvania), fool?
AMLAN: I know of Dracula and the like, but I'd no clue you're a vampire!

PYTHONA: Blood is thick...an application of terrorism's illusions (energy).

AMLAN: Inversion or infusion of Earthling organics for vital risk?

PYTHONA: That's the right guess, Earth-man (ha).

AMLAN: What do you want with me...or my Cobra Commander doodle?

PYTHONA: I'd like you to write a story about Commander and me.

AMLAN: As vampires?
PYTHONA: With a specific problem set...concerning the Lake of Fire.

AMLAN: Christian stuff?

PYTHONA: Apocrypha, comics...for a terrorism line of bloody-aliens.

AMLAN: If I refuse?

PYTHONA: You mustn't, Earth-man...for this is star-sports (ok?).

AMLAN: Fine (farewell).

Mr. Amlan Satan set furiously about to find the right fantasy-line of comics extrapolation for complementation of his special crayon-doodle of terrorism-superstition, his special/nifty Cobra Commander drawing; and he realized he'd cast the avatar for terrorism paranoia alongside a fictionalized Pythona (whom he never saw/heard again!) for a very unusual (or special!) blood-immortals (vampires) storyboard concerning incomplete-arts for the darkness of mortal thoughts. Mr. Satan realized terrorism-consciousness injected in the Earthling a (necessary) energizer-IQ for all things...fluid. He kept Pythona's secret at the tower (however)...Facebook-like.

"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)