Viking Expression

A stranger vigilante infiltration of a blood-diamond's corrupted mansion involving sports-media gem-magic invokes a 'faerie-tale' about capitalism-edge(s).

An offbeat charmer about gem-piracy interception(s), loosely-inspired by The Pink Panther (David Niven), which I think you'll like, 

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My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a blood-diamond operationalist and decided to perform a special vigilante-action inside a corrupt gem-pirate baron/investor mansion in North America, involving some pretty nifty sports-treasure(s) items (trade-cards) of great 'media-insurance' value(s). Follow along, friends.

BARON ION: I've been tied to the gem-marked underground for some time and don't seek media-insurance ties to news-chess.

SATAN: I'm a circus-member and have an offer about sports-cards chess-intrigue for your media aura; you can relay the tale!

ION: Are you some kind of street nut one of my adversaries has sent to pull off some kind of 'chess-stalemate' prank here?
SATAN: I assure you, good baron of North America, my theater-act is purely a pro-sports deed.

ION: Alright; you sure look the part of some kind of mail-paid theater entertainer with some kind of magic-message; enter!

Now, this Baron Ion was quite an evildoer. I'd heard about him in the Northern Ireland underground during my jaunt with Interpol-relation, but I also learned he was some kind of modern age untouchable. So, I decided to take this diamond-underground 'energizer' into my own white-gloved theater-hand(s) and entered his estate costumed/masked as a 'harlequin' from Transylvania and wielding my own fake gems to showcase alongside two symbolic pro-football (sports!) treasure-diadems (trade-cards). He was about to be moved to a special media-chess disclosure regarding diamond insurance journals (wow).

BARON ION: I understand you're some kind of Ivy-grad or professor or something, or so said your 'agent' who called prior.

SATAN: Indeed, good baron (Dartmouth); however, as you see me masked/costumed here today as a Transylvania-elf; I'm now.

BARON ION: You seem like some kind of 'chess-nerdist' of theater-entertainment/arts; what's your gig here, prince?
SATAN: You can guess...I want to show you my gems and pro-sports treasures and let you make the 'stalemate' choice(s) now.

BARON ION: You strike me as one of those modern 'social-media' idealists, with some kind of world-art deed (ha)!

I got the bad baron quite drunk on absinthe and showcased my diamonds while he boasted his, and I made enough of a swap for Interpol-journals and offered him in his state the choice between two iconic sports-cards treasures (football!).

SATAN: The first card is an iconic Bears-QB rookie card, hailing the old glories of Super Bowl triumph and story about capital.

SATAN: The second is an Eagles-spirit transfer to the Vikings-franchise of Favre/Tarkenton lore; a gem for 'underdog' chess!

I made the bad baron some mini-quiches and made him laugh about hospitality social-media 'emoji' imagination and saw him (predictably!) choose the Bears-QB card over the Eagles-Vikings transfer QB-card (Randall Cunningham), and I then reported on social-media, "Baron Ion relished my quiche-emojis and opted by the Bears rookie over the Vikings-transfer underdog card while valuating his 'blood-diamonds' for insurance-chess for a special 'secret' journal about baron-intelligence in the modern market world of 'capitalism-hospitality' insurance humor(s)...maybe he'll have to respond now with a special 'magic' message about the 'justified' margins of treasure-expressions (ha)."

BARON ION: The daft-prick also left me this 'dashing' football chess-set; maybe my ex-pal sent him for a media-match.

I took my daughter in Brussels for a great sprouts-brunch and rescreening of War of the Worlds, since she had time-off from private-school (Europe) and explained to her the 'fineries' that made the human race a chess-stalemate in capitalism-exercise (wow).

BARON ION: I think that circus-thespian/harlequin man my ex-pal sent is doing some cyber-comics for capitalism-vigilantism.

The point of this story is that the modern underground requires a special kind of 'heroics' branding the sort of evil-kinship of capitalism deformity that may 'draw' insurance journals for a more sane vision of post-9/11 era commercial vanities securities. In other words, to get the better of these bad barons of blood-diamonds on Earth, we've got to 'think' like human erasers.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)