Field-Catcher: Alien/Chess

A Story by Abishai100

Amlan Satan is an absurdly transcendental-magic seeker in an 'Earth-field' of dreams who not only engages with alien-minds (chess) but also discovers a 'true' elfin-end.

One of my favorite novels requires a fanfiction-adaptation I thought, before I retire, The Catcher in the Rye (JD Salinger).

DISCLAIMER: This work of adaptation/personalization/fanfiction bears no resemblance or claim to the original Salinger work and the images used are no representation of the bodies/themes exemplified by the mosaic-expression(s).

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Amlan Satan was a wandering Earth-prince who decided to travel to strange places after graduating from Dartmouth and feeling personally moved by the two Western existential works On the Road (Kerouac) and The Stranger (Camus) and began to first post Selfies on social-media in a cyber-game representative of his newfound fascination with self-wrought expressions.

While in Europe, Amlan decided to visit a museum to take a magical grasp on the scope of aluminum-materials used art-sculpture and took in the notion(s) of shape-driven and malleable-shape oriented universal designs/themes regarding the uncertainty of natural beauty or form and how change would be translated or configured into 'real' distance(s). He realized he was a man of philosophy/ideology, waiting for 'answers' in the form of imagery to be thrown into his hands, as if he'd been some kind of baseball catcher in the 'field' of dreams on Earth, allowing himself to identify (personally/privately) with any form of aluminum-malleable physical oddity-geometry! He'd become a wandering abstractionist, a 'catcher' of the field. He wondered if he'd been waiting to catch 'pawn-minds' thrown into his very-hands by more creative gods.

AMLAN SATAN: While at Dartmouth, my diary-experience at a social-house drew me to the symmetry/lines of self-chess!

This sort of Earth-prince or 'man' would surely have strange encounters and daydreams about the complexity of the human psyche and the abstraction of the vision of immortality or transcendental logic! In fact, Satan's sense of self-dreaming made him (indeed) feel like a 'field-catcher' of dreams thrown into his hands on a baseball-diamond, and one such 'daydream' came in the form of Irish guerrilla trinkets while 'cavorting' with underground (rogues!) members of the IRA in Belfast (United Kingdom), where he started to think existentially/heavily about the human behavior-value of competition-equilibrium symbolic 'stalemate-chess' which is a specific condition of gameplay in the iconic piece-position strategy board game drawing a tie or no-win decision and hence exemplifying the 'quality' of parallels in decision-strategy competitiveness indicative of human political complications (wow).

AMLAN SATAN: When I saw the youngsters of the Belfast streets playing with toy guns, fantasizing, I imagined their catcher!

He'd etch a special doodle of a heroine woman who'd be his magical counselor or friend, and he'd met such a woman in the form of a diner-waitress while he was in Dublin and another in Oslo, and he wondered if the transcendental eternity/immortality he felt in their arms indicated his own sense(s) of complete isolationism 'blended' magically with a newfound vision of 'incomplete' elocution(s).

AMLAN SATAN: I shall make myself the 'ultimate' stalemate-chess diplomat of ideations of perfected/idealized brain-magic!

Such an Earth-prince would surely be conversed with by the gods, which is what happened when a spying Martian monarch named Endymion who wished to engage with a 'perfect' Earth-prince (Amlan Satan!) and challenged him through a cyber-chess channel in Vienna and dared him to draw a stalemate-condition(s) chess match against him, to warrant a non-invasion sovereignty-diplomacy compact, if he'd accept the 'sci-fi' media/exchange proposal for 'complete' erudition (ha).

ENDYMION: Damn; you've drawn a 'swift' and neat rook-bishop double-line array against my queen-knight advance(s) IQ here.

AMLAN SATAN: Excellence, Endymion; seems our 'achieved' stalemate-condition warrants the sovereignty-pact you promised!

ENDYMION: Damn; I suppose you'd like a thorough communique regarding hospitality's ends for chess-drawn equilibrium.

AMLAN SATAN: Endymion, I'm merely a 'field-catcher' of dreams and require 'only' the human magic of wandering diarism!

ENDYMION: Damn; perhaps you're the real field-catcher of magic, an Earth-prince swayed not by rigor but by esoteric-IQ.

AMLAN: Indeed, and I shall toast this 'secret' triumph (with you) over some handmade diner-shrimp quiche (wow).

ENDYMION: You seem to be that 'quintessential' wandering eccentric 'catcher' of treasure(s).

Treasure(s) is what Amlan Satan, the princely field-catcher of dreams on Earth discovered, in the form of a hand-crafted baseball-figurine chess-set/board, which he'd use not only to remember his stalemate-sovereignty diagram match against the eerie 'dragon' Martian Endymion, a 'real' Devil's Advocate, but also to count his chickens/lambs regarding what made ideations of perfect parallels in competition-psyche his private 'benchmark' of all things...excellent!