Under the Boardwalk: Invader Zel

Narrative Selfie-charmer of the borders of human-alien contact in Atlantic City for a tryst concerning Earthling jagged edge.

Atlantic City set alien goosebumps. Happy Thanksgiving! 

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I wanted a special Selfie-language for my modern Earthling life and darted to Atlantic City to blend fortune with trend on the Boardwalk of inventions of lifestyle cool for everyday vanities of my universe. I was purchasing cool clothing and trying on some nice articles in store fitting-rooms prior to seeking some gamers-win by the ocean (Selfie-like). I didn't anticipate an alien encounter (or invasion).

INVADER ZEL: Welcome to the Boardwalk, your town, Earth-man!

ME: Well, I consider this a dark honor, and I'm the only witness to you?

INVADER ZEL: I'm from Mars, imagine...this is my work to resolve an agenda.

ME: What's the plan, and why're you marking me...for cannibalism?

INVADER ZEL: I want you to win a 21-game and report your feelings.

ME: If I fail or offer some mediocre reaction...for this is shock, Zel!

INVADER ZEL: I'll exert a phantom mind control will over this town for Hell.

ME: What, you're like an evil mad scientist alien with a microscope-wrath?

INVADER ZEL: You said it...so make this Selfie-like, Earth-man.

ME: Well, I guess I always had knack for 21 (counting/awaiting add-magic).

INVADER ZEL: Good luck, fool.

I won big in Atlantic City, at the 21-table, as ordered really by Invader Zel, who had this invisibility-power and only made herself known to me really under the Boardwalk where I was walking at sunset, somewhat tipsy (drunk!). Zel wanted to see if I was really cool, and if I was mediocre in this task and reporting of it, she'd become the Boardwalk-town Boogeyman or something. This was funny to Zel (really); and I felt like a secret angel, but that was my fate, and it wasn't cool science-fiction in any way but a hellmouth (for leviathan/doubt).

INVADER ZEL: You won nice?
ME: I did...and now I've been escalated to some laurel-image in my brain!

INVADER ZEL: Are you versed in that space-borders control game (Othello)?

ME: I sure am...it's much more fun than chess, Zel...and it's all fencing too.

INVADER ZEL: Well, you talk to me about your 21-jewelry while we play it.

ME: Fair for fare, Zel...and I suppose I've proven my valor of angels already?

INVADER ZEL: Good...we'll close this race-exchange with game-silence (ok).

ME: Will you like resign yourself to the ocean-abyss for self-exile studies?

INVADER ZEL: Maybe...this Boardwalk town's a junket, Earth-man (ha).

ME: I can feel some relief then (with Othello)...our secret goodbye, Zel.

INVADER ZEL: Proceed, hero.

"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)