Strangers: Lottery

Earthling ways/frailty marks this dark adaptation/tale of cabin invasion and fortune hatred with masked invader jingle for chalk.

The Strangers adaptation to ring in '25. Thanks for reading, 

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AMLAN: Winning the lottery transports us from gas station to the snow cabin.

EZZY: As an immigrant/citizen couple of the American Homeland, we're Selfie-IQ.

AMLAN: I'll bring my college football video-game and blog about it online, wife.

EZZY: I'm sure we've eclipsed all fears of failures to reach American Dream image.

AMLAN: Facebook-like (good).

AMLAN: I just wrote a schools/teams rivalry synthesis shall be all American.

EZZY: I wonder who in the area read your post about newbies to the cabins.

AMLAN: Hey, whoever read it will make mark of it as something for patriots.

EZZY: Did you write we won the lottery and got here post-retirement, hubby?

AMLAN: Why wouldn't I, doll?

EZZY: You never know if there's new-age Unabomber mentalism (anti-games!).

AMLAN: Ha.

READER: Thanx for blogging online about how lottery prize makes cyber-chuckles.

AMLAN: What do you want, reader?
READER: You and Ezzy are newbies to the Poconos area.

AMLAN: So?
READER: I represent an underground team of invaders called Strangers.

AMLAN: What?

READER: We've made mark of your snow cabin as lottery vanity, idiot.
AMLAN: Lemme guess...you're not fans of Notre Dame (Facebook-like).

Amlan and Ezzy did win the lottery and find great momentum to make this snow cabin retirement one of American Dream image and prepared nice homemade cook dinners and enjoyed the social media culture amenity of blogging online about home-entertainment and the Western feel of TV and music but were being spied on by a trio of masked antisocial messengers who simply called themselves Strangers (not Facebook-like).

STRANGER: Glad we're inside and you're (both) tied.

AMLAN: You gonna bloody murder us, for simple American life.

EZZY: You're a trio of psycho films crazies, and that's all.

STRANGER: We're here on a rapture cause for removal of vain transients, idiot.

AMLAN: Are you that pesky sarcastic social media reader who despised my blogs?

EZZY: We like video-games and cabin in the snow and married life and no more.

STRANGER: You've earned our ire, surely...you're American Dream idiots.

AMLAN: This is some weird religious sounding psycho home invasion, Strangers.

EZZY: We've some jewelry in our bedroom for pity, ok?

STRANGER: We'll take your treasures, and maybe leave a souvenir, post-murder.

AMLAN: I knew the lottery would not come without an Earthling jury (damn).

EZZY: Facebook-like).

Amlan and Ezzy were found bloody murdered in their snow cabin in the American Homeland. What was also discovered was a removed (stolen) video-game system with remote controls left behind and a Golden Axe (classic!) game cartridge. They were burned to ashes after decapitation and their bloody clothes left behind in that cabin by the Strangers as some 'evidence' for journal-writers (Facebook-like).

PUBLISHER: Miss Ezzy was gonna write a searing work on cyber-consciousness!

ASSOCIATE: Their loss shall be considered a modern American tragedy, lady.

PUBLISHER: Damn...there's been strange area talk about cabin-invasions/kills.

ASSOCIATE: Maybe it's a cult, or something random, or something grave, lady.

PUBLISHER: Certainly worth a whisper for prayers at a cemetery (dystopian!).

ASSOCIATE: Maybe these stories of murder are counts for strangers-jitters.

PUBLISHER: Sure...everyone wants to win the lottery (someday).

"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)