Pinhead of Shadows {Hellraiser}

A car-capitalism writer is engaged by an underworld demon for a challenge concerning planet-roadway 'jitters' for chandeliers.

A roadways paranoia Hellraiser media fanfiction. Happy '25, all (thanks for reading), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of adaptation 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/translations).

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I'd been studying the capitalism mechanics of the auto market for modern globalism commerce/rhetoric and thought about the social media conversation(s) surrounding and concerning the arms of this industry and the reach for great strides in securities-consciousness for cars creativity (wow). Well, I suddenly realized I'd become something of an Earthling 'prince' of the image of consumerism intelligence and started writing liberally about the qualia of capitalism's pockets for Earthling ghost-magic (for the Ego!).

My name's Amlan Satan. I'm a Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic immigrant/citizen currently living in a hostel-station in a Homeland-Jersey suburbia area (Inn-Express); and in my hotel, I found comforts for Sunday football-TV in the lounge on any given Sunday, one winter, while writing about the car-ads we'd see on American TV during Sunday games of great pro-football level spirits/cheers, in, for example, the '24 season of NFL theater (Facebook-like!).

PINHEAD: Greetings, Inn Express man of lounge-video conversation.

ME: Who the Hell are you, sir?

PINHEAD: Only you can see me, fool...I'm Pinhead...from an underworld dominion visiting.

ME: What the Hell do you want (with me)?

PINHEAD: You've been writing about the capitalism surrounding cars, no?

ME: What's my concern for commerce concerning your underworld visage here, Pinhead?

PINHEAD: I'd like you to write about car accidents, and their frequencies for road-adverb.

ME: Why would I invest in the tragedy line of capitalism motion now, sir (damn)?

PINHEAD: As an Earthling-prince of fortune consciousness, you may tend to competition.

ME: Competition...for the car-market global...for world capitalism heat...with wrecks?

PINHEAD: How safe are cars, and why are they marketed for company contest, in Hell?

ME: Cars are toys, and we treat them like treasures, and accidents are natural tragedy.

PINHEAD: That's what you must focus on, for your spiritual challenge, which I pose now!

ME: Damn...me thinks this is a shoebox for an American Catholic (Facebook-like).

PINHEAD: Good (farewell).

I dared not refuse Pinhead's dark message challenge for dare. I had to contour my capitalism-car creativity with this new hellraiser-game concerning the words of fortune/capitalism contest and machinery-failures on roadways for stats (damn). Why do we Earthlings measure car company lots for fortune stats and absorb the natural compacted frailty of auto-wrecks and accidents on the streets/highways as if they're incompletely linked to investment grease? Was Pinhead somehow converting me into a messenger of planetary shine now/suddenly (Selfie-like)? I didn't know what to do/think, but I knew I had to accept this writer's challenge or game...for the mechanics of Hell (damn).

"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)