The Golden Ticket*

A Story by Abishai100

An eccentric/reclusive investor invites social-media winners of a lucky 'golden-ticket' to his 'candy-mansion' for a vision of capitalism-day.

A reinvention of the classic Dahl-adapted 20th-Century Western film Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (Gene Wilder).

DISCLAIMER: These adaptations/fanfictions I write, including (perhaps especially) this one, represent personalized works of 'diorama' art and are in no way a claim to any 'formal/official' tie to the original work or to any derivation of the images used to cast the 're-telling' in a private/social direction.

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In the gloomy Earth of global-warming woes, the rich eccentric Mr. Amlan Satan shocked the folks of New England (United States) when he announced that special 'golden-ticket' raffle-notes would be sought by various fast-food consumers who might win the chance to visit his newly built 'candy' mansion, oddly invoking other 'raffle-invitation' programs promoted by various consumer companies for the modern age.

MR. SATAN (Public Message): This will be an 'outstanding' chance to see which winner(s), cyber-chess 'aficionados' love candy!

Among those fortunate to have claimed their 'golden-tickets' were the obstinate and somewhat affluent Bostonian redhead young lady Shelbye O'Hara who believed her 'faith' in candy should make her 'stand-out' for this media-exposition of candy-IQ and cyber-chess lore in the magazine-culture of photogenic capitalism.

Another winner of the golden-ticket distributions was the young Charles, a punk-rock aspiring musician in Boston who liked butterscotch candies more than anything and hoped Mr. Satan the rich-eccentric would offer some 'grand' butterscotch hospitality inside his 'newly-envisioned' mansion of visions, perhaps for all aspiring young musicians enjoying 'cyber-chess' fanfare for the social-media age!

Another winner was the radical political cartoonist Ishmael who believed social-media/cyber-chess would wield special 'ideations' of the quality of capitalism-discourse and was secretly 'intrigued' by the notion of discovery inside the strange/mysterious 'magic-mansion' of the rich-eccentric Mr. Amlan Satan and since no one knew what Satan actually looked like, since this would be his first public appearance for media, Ishmael had no idea he actually resembled Mr. Satan, almost like a long-lost twin (ha).

MR. SATAN: Welcome to my mansion, you lucky people; as you see (here), this constructed 'behemoth' is a candy-monument!

Now, Mr. Amlan Satan, a princely-inheritor of fortunes, was known for his 'chess-like' acumen of private Wall Street investments and made millions with companies like Ford, General Mills, and Hasbro and secured/protected his treasured assets with major modern-age symbolic banking institutions such as ING/PNC/UBS (etc.).

The lucky-winners thought this man Amlan Satan was quite the oddball, though his candy-mansion was anything but odd but quite marvelous/unusual and they'd been persuaded that the man behind the wizardry-veil of aristocratic investment-based fortunes/candies cast him as a social-media 'diplomat' of the 'chess-IQ' behind capitalism's 'human' energizers (wow).

SATAN: As you see, my mansion is quite nicely-ornamented/designed, and we'll show you the marvels of candy-design/art.

It really was a 'modern' marvel, complete with all forms of candy-treats of great design/art, including a white-dark chocolate giant chess-board/set, which golden-ticket winner Shelbye O'Hara couldn't resist requesting to 'taste' (a 'pawn sacrifice'). Mr. Amlan Satan warned her, "Don't eat too much, for every pawn hides a dark secret, you know."

The ticket-winner Ishmael, shocked at how much he resembled Mr. Satan in face/appearance, asked if he might taste one of his zesty mansion potato-custard cake slices which were arrayed in wedges on hundreds of plates in a giant plate-room obviously representing some statement about capitalism-chess. Mr. Satan warned Ishmael, "Choose the right wedge...lest you get a 'true' depression."

Finally, when Mr. Satan escorted the lucky 'golden-ticket' winners to the chocolate forest, the lucky-winner Charles, the avid young aspiring punk-rock musician in New England, insisted that he tried to 'lick' one of the candy-canes in the giant candy-cane snow maze, decorated with gingerbread winter houses of miniature size! Mr. Satan turned to Charles, the clever young teen, and told him, "I knew you'd the right question to ask me out of all the golden-ticket winners here today, Charles; I was searching for someone to take up my mantle as the inheritor of this candy-mansion, when I retire, and you're it...since you proposed a simple 'sense-admiration' of licking one of my candy-art pieces rather than ingesting it entirely (ha)!"

Charles won the coveted Fairies history-book presented/awarded by the rich-eccentric (Amlan Satan) who announced to the crowd that Charles would inherit the candy-mansion when he turned 21 years-of-age. Charles told everyone, "I should think more deeply about learning more chess now (hmm)!"

What would the lucky-Charles make of this newfound fortune/prize-declaration on social-media? Would he continue his dream of music or turn to a life of Wall Street investments, now that he'd been 'laureled' an inheritance by the great/eccentric Mr. Amlan Satan (hmm)?