Orleans'-pH

A Story by Abishai100

A Mardi-Gras scene at night prompts two college-grad pals (Dartmouth) to create a Homeland wonder-defense when a chemistry Invader (Creeper) lurks.

Another Homeland defense-fantasy yarn featuring the 'nasty' horror-avatar Creeper (Jeepers-Creepers).

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Amlan and Marcus, two grad-pals from New England (Dartmouth), decided to make their special Mardi-Gras season journey to the street-fare rich capitalism-race 'vacation' land of incomplete-distances to expressions/ornaments/activity and didn't anticipate anything outside the 'bonds' of extra credit Homeland life (hmm).

CREEPER: "This Mardis-Gras examination is Invasion-chemistry for Hell!"

Well, Amlan and Marcus didn't know that this 'being' from the dark-side of the universe, a zombie-like presence known as the Creeper, wielding a battle-axe, arrived with invisibility-power(s) and skulked around New Orleans, while the two Dartmouth-pals were busy performing a special costumed season consumerism vigilante 'act' in the jewelry-store where they'd use a street-theater performance-prop (toy) water-gun filled with HCL to make a treasure-swap for insurance-gossip in that festive season to draw special (Interpol-relation?) 'dragnet' eye(s).

MARCUS: You look like an Earth-prince out of a comic book, pal!

AMLAN: All's I need (now) is the right-stuff Mardi-Gras damsel for cyber.

MARCUS: This is a high-write for Homeland vigilance/diamonds.

AMLAN: I got this funny sense there was someone stalking folks.

MARCUS: What, like a ghost or something?

AMLAN: Dunno; let's just keep with our social-media friendly theater.

MARCUS: Cool.

Amlan left a consumerism 'parody' avatar-doodle ("Evil_Elf") at the New Orleans jewelry-store where he achieved that special consumerism insurance-statement 'street-deed' for antipiracy comment and darted to the Mardi-Gras locale where Marcus waited for him, and hoped to drink ale and cheer on the street-activity for 'art' cheer.

MARCUS: I see something in the sky, man.

AMLAN: Something flyin' around, Marcus?
MARCUS: I sense it's coming down at night; saw it in daylight(s).

AMLAN: What'd it look like, Marcus?

MARCUS: Zombie-like; wore a coat/hat; had bat-wings; battle-axe.

AMLAN: Are you joking?

MARCUS: No, Amlan; it was (quite) real, pal; not Facebook-friendly.

CREEPER: Good to see you two gents in a balcony in night-street (NO).

AMLAN: New Orleans street-activity, but we can see you; no one else?

MARCUS: You're invisible only to us?

CREEPER: Correct-o; I skulk/stalk/terrorize; I'm a Devil's Advocate!

AMLAN: What brings you to New Orleans (NO)?

MARCUS: Is this some civilization critique warrant; draws you to us?

CREEPER: You two gents look like civilization 'chess' diplomacy-folks.

AMLAN: I'm a president of a cyber-chess club, ironically.

MARCUS: He's pretty good; I'm just learning; why're you sparing us?

CREEPER: I want you two to write about me (online).

AMLAN: What, like a Mardi-Gras horror/chess comic about defense(s)?

MARCUS: Something to make you look like the Devil or something, eh?

CREEPER: I'll spare you two, if you do this, and you must do it now!

AMLAN: Fine; for social media bureaucracy prayer(s); and for you.

MARCUS: Will you consent to self-exile once this deal is reached?

CREEPER: I shall self-exile myself to your deep-ocean abyss for privacy.

AMLAN: Private cyber-studies of 'overground' capitalism-civilization.

MARCUS: Earth shall be (more) relieved (secretly), Creeper.

Amlan/Marcus cheered the exile of the nasty Creeper with post Mardi-Gras flare-celebration(s) in the southwest (desert) night and remembered how Amlan met his new lady-friend (Ezzy) during the festival in New Orleans (NO) after completing that writing-command about designating the Creeper as an 'omen' messenger of capitalism-culture vanities prompting (serious) bureaucracy-readings and never told Ezzy the secret heroic-deed. However, he'd always consider Ezzy his special 'prayer' deliverance after completing the task successfully to avoid future Earth-disasters at the axes-hand of the photo-graphic 'unfriendly' Creeper (wow).

MARCUS: Maybe the Creeper was something of a sportsman.

AMLAN: Since he consented to sparing with writing/fitness?

MARCUS: Right-o; maybe he was a fan of Hornets/Saints (sports!).

AMLAN: Who knows...omen-messengers may 'blend' chemistry-IQ.

MARCUS: He was an eerie stalker and also a negotiator; multi-tasking.

AMLAN: Ha, I guess we're similar; vigilantes with language for the net.

MARCUS: Good for social media (bureaucracy).

Well, Amlan married Ezzy and moved to a Euro-currency state-of-mind for a Brussels-sprout eatery initiative worth its weight in Mardi-Gras social media memory language (art). However, Amlan would always wonder if it was (somehow) the axes-hand of the Creeper that brought him that special doughnut (Ezzy). This was quite the defense-tale (of bureaucracy-readings).