Purge: Camelot Football {Reach}

A Story by Abishai100

Dystopian franchise (The Purge) fanfiction/adaptation for a story about Earthling myth/weakness.

The Purge fanfiction, featuring references/allusions to Arthurian legends. Happy Holidays!

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced franchise of inspiration and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretation).

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Mr. Amlan Satan had found special academic excellence in his Homeland-Jersey prototype-suburbia (Echelon) town-home studio for linking world metaphysics for lore and 21st-Century Earthling sportsmanship superstitions, going so far as to link the mythical Lady of the Lake (fabled immortal sword-bearing woman in waters from Camelot/Arthurian/Medieval fiction and storyboards) with football cards collectors' faerie-tales for the Ego (wow).

In fact, writing that the Lady of the Lake from Camelot-magic had become his special (American?) IQ for sports-culture cards-treasures superstitions for collectors/commentary in the West (American Homeland) cast Amlan as an Echelon-suburbia writing-prince of his Selfie-age of lifestyle 'linked' Earthling ghost-magic for competition, culture mezzanines, and the raw-personality of social networks (hmmm).

In fact, writing about the Lady of the Lake tied with one of his most fave sports-windows culture collectors' cards of great value/magic for American football made Amlan Satan incompletely fascinated with the Arthurian femme-avatar of immortal thoughts for Earthling consciousness (wow).

In fact, Amlan started to have dream-sleep visions of being visited by the Lady of the Lake, complimenting him on his special (American football) sports-treasure (collectors'-card) and drawing in him some special Earthling cleat for field goals of competition's vanities and ghosts (sure). Amlan thought of himself suddenly as the Thomas Nast of mod-cyber journals network-culture for pedestrian storytelling (ha).

That's when Amlan Satan learned of the Purge. The Purge had become a secret/underground/invisible social-media chatter/gossip circulated cult activity of criminal-instinct catharsis, 'honored' annually (Oct.-30) by Americans (young adults mostly) who designated hunters and runners for masked/weaponized street games post-midnight for bloody-anarchy and violence, much worse and more evasive than anything seen or heard before in American history/records. Amlan wondered if some Purge-advocate would knock on his door on the night of the ritualized/normalized anarchy and mayhem, especially since he waxed lyrical (now) about his pronouncements of sociocultural Romanticism linked to the Arthurian legend/maps of the Lady of the Lake and 21st-Century Selfie-culture sports-cards magic-symbolism (hmmm).

PURGE ADVOCATE: Knock, knock, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: What do you want, (masked) stranger?

PURGE ADVOCATE: Call me...Purge-Man ('PM').

AMLAN: What do you want?

PURGE ADVOCATE: So, you think the Lady of the Lake is your buddy?

AMLAN: What do you want?

PURGE ADVOCATE: I want evidence of your Earth-IQ for football, pal.

AMLAN: Proof.

PURGE ADVOCATE: Procure some paper (or trophy?) proof for Purge-pardon.

AMLAN: Pardon.

PURGE ADVOCATE: Dissatisfy me, and your home is mark for Purge-Hell.

AMLAN: Fair for fare?

Did Mr. Amlan Satan procure that paper proof to satisfy the Purge-Man who knocked on his Echelon/suburbia town-home post-midnight (Oct.30)? He did, in deed, and it was (actually) one of his fave-items, a pronouncement of modern Earth-world (American Homeland) sports-imagery for competition and cleats and consciousness and craft. It was an item featuring a QB of the older-gen but of modern color reflecting an Earthling interest for Super Bowl aspirations...and Lombardi chagrin (damn). Amlan thanked his stars (and perhaps the Lady of the Lake herself) for this miracle of lore-driven Echelon Purge-Pardon (wow). This was simply sweetened human fiction.