Gambit under Digital

Uncanny mutant friend of Earth world challenges an evil-mutant 'agenda' for English darkness and dictionaries, in this Marvel fanfiction.

X-Men (Marvel Comics) fanfiction. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of comics fanfiction offers no ties to Marvel or its associations/storyboards/avatars and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretation/critique).

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GAMBIT: Well, this work for languages of terrorism is pure Institute, me thinks, sir!

PROFESSOR-X: You're a fine recruit/pupil for my Institute for gifted mutants now.

GAMBIT: I read of old-Earth things like World Wars and empires; now terrorism-IQ.

PROFESSOR-X: The rise of pocket-life for capitalism wire surfaced hole-hells, pal.

GAMBIT: I shall make this trek to the United Kingdom for Xmas-media a good circus!

PROFESSOR-X: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

MAGNETO: That idealist Professor used to be my friend, you know?
TOAD: Our legion of dark-side mutants for extra-human powers is eye for terror, ha.

MAGNETO: See if Professor X's 'sentinel' of Institute-media, Gambit, is prepped, pal.

TOAD: That right-stuff Institute makes 'mark' of the United Kingdom as football?

MAGNETO: There's a new trend of American sports teams with Euro-exhibit image!

TOAD: Cool...I'll make some pre-January 'jitters' of bad telekinesis for mutants, ha.

MAGNETO: Selfie-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

Gambit connected with a good pal in the United Kingdom, Mr. Amlan Satan, a Slovak-Algerian Catholic who'd been sharing cyber-lessons about 'cool' capitalism nets for investments and storyboards and who's suddenly been attacked by the evil mutant Toad who applied his extra-human maniac-power of bad telekinesis for making computing-portals anarchy for paranoia (damn). However, Gambit, representing his 'cool' Professor X's established Institute for gifted mutants thwarted the Toad-agenda with his neon-magic acrobatics and baton to thrust back the evil mutant who'd been 'cracking' inside an English company (wow). Satan felt shocked (Selfie-like).

Satan enjoyed a nice post-rescue world-exchange reflection culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving diner-plate chat(s) for memoir of what made Gambit his 'fantastic' hero for miracles in the United Kingdom that light 'rich' Xmas of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of this 'new' Earth of capitalism-nets negotiations for fencing/paranoia (ha). It seemed to Gambit, the hero of this tale of the uncanny X-Men of the good Professor's Institute (in the American Homeland) surely had earned some bread/fruit of his own for such Xmas-light 'share' (for the Ego).

"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)