Wetlands: Bard

A quartet of would-be heroes contend with a messenger from the dark-side for a defense of Florida/Homeland watches (leviathan).

A Homeland horror-yarn featuring the 'nasty' specter Creeper (Jeepers-Creepers). 

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AMLAN: Let's make for world-exchange luch-thanksgiving for antiterrorism-tales.

MARCUS: Writing about Homeland securities may draw us to a dark adversary, no?

EZZY: Don't be paranoid; our cyber-patriot comics are avant-garde diplomacy.

DANICA: Maybe Marcus has a point; what if we're 'tempting' the Devil himself?

AMLAN: With luchi bread...

Boy did Marcus have the right paranoia here, for his pals of Miami, working with a cult-fave cyber-line of antiterrorism-patriot comics for Homeland post-9/11 era invasion-paranoia storylines when a 'stranger' (actually) did begin to spy on them (wow). This 'dark' adversary, as Marcus guessed it/he would be, was the Creeper, a hat and trench-coat wearing and Medieval axe-wielding decapitation-nihilist, and he skulked and flew around the Wetlands (Florida) with semi-invisibility power(s) and had already bloody-murdered 10 trekkers in the swamp of America. Our Homeland quartet of would-be heroes prepared to trek there themselves, as rumors 'flew' on social media (for bureaucracy-readings).

When the quartet got to the Wetlands and set-up camp, they were thankful they brought flares (lights/guns) for defense/composure for that's something that the Creeper feared --- bright-light exposure. He wasn't a vampire but drank human blood and had a zombie-composition and could regenerate cells following attack/injury, but he wouldn't endure the 'metaphysical-power' of flares and incidentally hated football (hmm). Amlan had been working on a special patriot-comics storyline about a deranged 'cobra' worshiping terrorist from Mongolia who detested football for its 'tough-teamwork' religion-like atmospherics and guessed the Creeper would be 'exorcised' by some football-language (arts?).

CREEPER: You dare ground me with flare-gun shots around my heat, to my wing(s)?

QUARTET (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica): We've brought a Miami-football trophy-IQ.

CREEPER: A silly Dolphins-Marino rookie-card for showcase, as if I care?

QUARTET: This is Miami-Florida (Homeland) net-spiritualism for patriotism/media.

CREEPER: Social media bureaucracy...I'd care less, heroes.

QUARTET: Manmade activity-arts for the spirit, Creeper; to exorcise you.

CREEPER: I'll make deal; put-away those flares and answer my question for exile.

QUARTET: You'll self-exile (to like the ocean-abyss) if we answer wisely?

CREEPER: Deal?
QUARTET: For social media (fine).

The Creeper asked the quartet why Marino never won a Super Bowl and was nevertheless a 'pronounced' Miami-Florida (Homeland) 'celebrity' (for bureaucracy/marketing)! Ezzy and Danica had the right-answer for this dark-messenger from Hell..."Why, Creeper, it's in the 'arches' of socialized competition design measurement, for a (serious) Earthling image of (simple) ambition."

Damn, the Creeper really was exorcised, and the hero-quartet (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica) showcased their comics-adaptation (secret!) story complement, their (cherished) Marino-'trophy', for a social media friendly gathering in Miami for Wetlands-lore.

AMLAN: Sportsmanship always triumphs over danger, darling.
EZZY: Especially in the cases of leviathan-wind.

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

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)