Creeper-Phantom: Orange State

Two Homeland allies unite to challenge a Wetlands 'leviathan' for a Florida 'orientation' concerning incomplete-distances to (serious) light.

A Homeland defense misadventure featuring the 'nasty' horror-avatar Creeper (Jeepers-Creepers). Happy Xmas! 

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AMLAN: No one knows I'm the Phantom, hero-crusader of the Wetlands/Miami.

MARCUS: I think lots have guessed I'm a Phantom-fan as your PR-poster (cyber).

AMLAN: There's space for social-media commentary in mod-American life, eh?

MARCUS: I fear the worst with this new adversary, Phantom --- Creeper is it?

AMLAN: Yes, you're right as usual, Marcus; I fear the omen of it (bad cyber-IQ).

MARCUS: You think he's like the Headless-Horseman or something?

AMLAN: Does that make us two goody Ichabod-Cranes primed for nerdist-joke?

MARCUS: Ha (bureaucracy).

How would the Florida (Orange-State) hero-crusader masked defender 'Phantom' (inspired by childhood comics of jungle-Earth vigilance from the East) work alongside his best-bud from college (Miami) for an Earth-write of Wetlands/Homeland defense as this nasty hell-messenger Creeper surfaced for some superstition-threat to American overground activity and terrain-mastery in this tale of heroes upholding Orange-State commerce/net bureaucracy (for many)?

PHANTOM (Amlan): I've a special cyber-write for hospitality-readings pre-chess.

MARCUS: When we trek in the Wetlands (together), we're taking my flare-guns!

PHANTOM: Excellence idea, Marcus; this cyber-diner and comics read is fun-IQ.

MARCUS: We don't want a panic, and such a net-activity promotes sanity, ok.

PHANTOM: Cool...we must prepare for the worst in your swamp-hovercraft.

MARCUS: You have very good culinary-recipes for online share (kitchen-talk).

PHANTOM: Secret of Homeland-life...napkins (recycled?).

Well, Amlan ('Phantom') made his pre-mission cyber-comics/culinary hospitality-readings post for Orange-State citizenry commentary for panic-dilution(s) as Creeper-sightings steadily rose to a maximum as the fantastic Miami college-media (football!) season dawned in the post-9/11 era Homeland of incomplete-distances to net-activity 'drawn' social energy/sanity. Such a comics/kitchen 'talk' for cyber-readers would promote a natural 'courage' as Creeper spread his Wetlands/swamp message of pure mystery and perhaps even 'leviathan' renditions of terrorism, creating a 'demand' for inventive social art(s) for Orange-State good-guys (wow).

CREEPER: Welcome to the color of the Wetlands, heroes for hire.

PHANTOM: We've brought flare-lights (guns) in Marcus' swamp-hovercraft!
MARCUS: We disorient you with bright-lights for big-city defense from Hell.

CREEPER: Cool-guys, eh...for an Orange-State 'chess' game against my likes.
PHANTOM: You like nothing...this is terrorism for invention, Creeper (ends).
MARCUS: We demand you self-exile...perhaps to the deep-ocean abyss.

CREEPER: Did you admire my zombie-shape and battle-axe confidence?
PHANTOM: We know you're behind those ranger/cop vanishings in Florida.
MARCUS: Exile yourself, for this is dominion-vigilance with cupcake-diplomacy.

CREEPER: You make 'wage' for hospitality-charm against anarchism in swamp?
PHANTOM: See you're humbled in a 'test' of environment-vision for oculus.
MARCUS: Your (secret) self-exile shall be a 'statement' or check for Earth.

CREEPER: Damn (bureaucracy).

Creeper did self-exile himself/itself to the deep-ocean abyss after finding that 'dangerous' dash of humbling-language from Phantom/Marcus and knew the two allies would make trumpeteer-sounds (or light!) every autumn with a flare-gun 'nod' to what made Orange-State 'incomplete-distances' to (certain) defense a photo-synthesis of (simplified) democracy...for field goals.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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