Hornet: American pH

Green Hornet fanfiction, involving Earth-prince of the American Homeland city in self-fashioned stance for use of machinery/gifts for engagement with evil changelings.

A light Green Hornet adaptation. Happy Xmas December, all 

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My name's Amlan Satan, and I knew my princely inherited fortunes and Wall-St. earnings infused in me special Earthling (American) fascination with some covert underground masked vigilante work as the pronounced Green Hornet (self-titled!) with an enhanced classic auto for roadwork and weapons of swift efficiency for tranquilizer actions for modern Homeland city evildoers blocks (Facebook-like!).

FANZINE: "These mystery-works of the now-folkloric 'Hornet' of our darkened city skies in the States makes for fun adjectives for football securities in this time of rather eerie Super Bowl media terrorism threats posed by awfully invisible phantoms of the Blue Planet; and this new line of eco-capitalism vigilantism performed by the Hornet, including special rumored/insured blood-diamond bank-box swaps with glass animal toys for smugglers-road insurance paranoia gossip of (restored?) Earthling treasure-islands has many citizens/patriots rethinking night-skyline visage of wrought dealings of leviathan/uncertainty."

I considered myself something of a swift super vision hero of the night-skyline of my challenged/darkened American Homeland city (sure). As the Green Hornet of capitalism fencing, I considered myself a new personality in the annals of Earthling 'troubles' of Hell. Many fans of mine listed their views of my cool/classic auto for focus, wondering if the driver was the actual Hornet-hero good-fellow himself, especially when Halloween came 'round in our evildoers-rich city (damn).

Despite the popularity of my 'fantastic' auto, I knew my fans/peers wanted some greater adjective for confidence concerning the machinery of view for capitalism when a new and stranger presence came to the traffic-lights of our Earthling (American) city, in the form of a very bad-lady from Hell; and I wondered if she felt she was some incarnation of some spy-film villainess to complicate our already-complicated American dominion of piracy-worry made by bad terrorism-hyperbole for sales (wow).

BAD LADY: I shall splash some acid into the city Aquarium, fool.

HORNET: I just might be there with bells on and armed with tranquilizers, doll!

BAD LADY: You're not the Hornet fellow (damn).

HORNET: Thanx for engaging me on this cyber-form in debate style, stranger girl.

BAD LADY: Hey, if you're impersonating this Hornet online, I can pretend too.

HORNET: Hey, maybe you are that weirdo from Hell (eco-terrorism?); I'm good.

BAD LADY: Never underestimate the value of acid for thoughts of engineering!

HORNET: Facebook-like.

Friends, whoever this 'bad-lady' was or what she framed for eco-terrorism fancy in my beloved American Homeland city of lengths for weights, I knew (as the self-titled Green Hornet of Earth), I'd find the right reaction for prompt heroics and dilute her brand of paranoia-nonlinearity for those cleats of special capitalism-race wind (ha). After all, after learning much from fortune and films about adventurism and dolls/demons, I found myself thinking like an Earthling prince with heroics-by-cleats. What do you think?

"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)