Author: The Gatekeeper

[SATIRE] BREAKING! – Amber Heard Accuses Jurors of Physical Abuse Against Her During Trial

By: “The Gatekeeper”

BREAKING NEWS! – While many short-sighted individuals on the Internet have sided with the cartoonishly supervillainous Johnny Depp during his defamation trial against his ex-wife Amber Heard, Miss Heard has revealed the truth about Depp’s co-conspiring jurors today with a new op-ed published today in The Washington Post, entitled “I spoke up against juror violence – and faced our culture’s wrath. That has to change.”

“It wasn’t just Johnny that abused me.” Amber Heard explained a few hours later to reporter Michael Hamden from a large interview room in CBC News’ Richmond, Virginia headquarters. “The jurors in Fairfax came up to me whenever the cameras were turned the other way and hit me repeatedly in the face. They and Johnny would drag me and my sister up the stairs of the courthouse and then push us down them while laughing at both of us. One of them even attacked me with a bottle while saying they would make sure I never got to star in Aquaman 3. Fortunately, I brought my Amica cream with me into the courthouse to cover up the bruises so no one watching the trial from home would be able to see my shame.”

“What are you even talking about?” Michael Hamden asked in confusion, having watched pretty much the entire trial from home, along with most of the rest of the country. “That’s not even… how could that even happen? There were people in the court room. Lots of them. The judges. Lawyers on both sides. Are you saying they just allowed this???”

“Johnny Depp is a VERY powerful man.” Amber frowned, trying to give her best impression of someone crying, but being unable to shed any tears, most likely from the great trauma of what she was describing. “People flock to defend him. Some of my own lawyers even joined in the abuse sometimes. That’s why they did such a bad job with my case. They were really supporters of Johnny!”

“That never happened.” the judge in Amber’s case stepped into the CBC News interview room, in a dramatic turn of events reminiscent of most of the last half of her Virginia trial. “None of that happened.”

“I don’t even KNOW who you are! You weren’t there, so how would YOU know?” Amber shouted accusingly at Judge Penney Azcarate. “Everyone is here for their fifteen minutes of fame, coming out of the woodwork to attack me!”

“I was literally the judge in your case.” Miss Azcarate answered, shaking her head and sighing. “I just don’t get paid enough for this.”

“Did you just threaten to microwave my baby???” Amber pointed accusingly at the judge. “SHE JUST THREATENED TO MICROWAVE MY BABY!!!”

“Objection: Hearsay!” Amber’s attorneys burst into the CBC News set, surrounding Judge Azcarate while continuously repeating their favorite objection over-and-over like a strange kind of magical or ritualsitic chant.

“I don’t… even know what’s going on anymore…” Michael Hamden frowned, getting up and leaving his own news set, wondering where in the world the security guards for the CBC News building were at.

Returning to the set the next day, Michael Hamden found the room he was interviewing Amber Heard in to be completely trashed, a fresh pile of human feces present on the chair where he was sitting the night before.

“Uh… my editor isn’t going to like this…” Hamden frowned, trying to figure out how to clean up the #MePoo mess before his boss strolled in and uncovered the damages occurred while he left Amber Turd unsupervised in the building overnight.

“It’s ok…” a strong, angelic voice rang out from the other side of the room as a bright and smiling Camille Vasquez, the light from a nearby window shining directly upon her to give her a saintly aura of radiance, approached Mr. Hamden from behind with a warm but fiery look of kind determination in her eyes. “I felt your despair in my soul and rushed over right away. I’ve been through this before. I can help you.”

As Mr. Hamden considered this, a small angel-like feather dropped from the back of Camille Vasquez as she noticed it and quickly kicked it out of the way before anyone around her could see it.

As of the posting of this article, Johnny Depp has filed yet another defamation lawsuit against Amber Heard for the contents of her new op-ed, while CBC News Corporation, Inc. under the legal representation of Ben Chew and Camille Vasquez, have issued a restraining order against Amber Heard and her legal team while preparing a small claims action against them for the damage to the CBC News building’s interview room.

In response, Amber Heard released a picture of several of her Fairfax, Virginia jurors asleep at their homes with melting containers of ice cream mysteriously placed at their sides, having apparently followed some of them home to take the pictures. Amber Heard is also counter-suing Johnny Depp again, this time for “11 billionty dollars”, all of which she has vowed to “donate to the American Fund for Sad and Lonely Kittens if [she] wins”, although in a later clarifying statement to the above, she changed “donate” to “pledge”, brushing off any suggestion by reporters that the two words have different meanings, which is completely fair as those two words are obvious synonyms.

Judge Penney Azcarate could not be reached for comment about these events by “The Eye of Zatara” as she was rushed mysteriously to the emergency department of the hospital closest to CBC News’ Richmond, Virginia building after somehow losing part of one of her fingers, presumably to abuse from Johnny Depp.

When will the evil reign of terror from Johnny Depp finally be stopped???

UPDATE: Some of you readers have accused “The Eye of Zatara” of editing the picture attached to this article which depicts Johnny Depp as Darkseid, one of the most powerful supervillains in the DC Comics universe. I assure you, these pictures are just as authentic as the pictures of abuse displayed by Amber Heard during her trial. If someone says the metadata in the photo suggests otherwise, that is just a lying witness influenced by Johnny Depp’s stardom trying to manipulate you into setting back the clock for domestic abuse victims in favor of powerful men like Johnny. Johnny Depp is, in fact, Darkseid.

~The Gatekeeper

[SATIRE] “Taste of Space” in Coca-Cola Starlight Revealed to Just Be Stale Sugar Cookies

By: “The Gatekeeper”

St. Laramie Parish, LA – Customers struggled to push their way into their favorite “Dollar General” in downtown Madville today as Coca-Cola slowed its production of “Coca-Cola Starlight”, a limited time product made to “Taste Like Space”, which apparently means to taste like the stale sugar cookies Coca-Cola was buying from various dollar stores throughout the country to make the drink.

“One day, Coca-Cola was buying every single cheap, flavorless, lightly frosted sugar cookie we had in stock, and, the next, boom… we have so many ‘Super Sugary Wafers’ the automatic doors can’t even push open through the things to let the regulars in.” Dollar General manager Dale Bakerston reported to CBC News reporter Michael Hamden, Jr. this morning. “I guess people didn’t like the flavor of the stars or whatever.”

Coca-Cola denies using years old discount brand sugar cookies to create the distinct kick of their new Coca-Cola brand product, however, and says the increase of ‘Rainbow Happy Cookies’ and ‘Kimbler Elf Delights’ on the shelves of local discount stores is just a coincidence.

“Coca-Cola harvested a unique blend of unusual, cosmological flavors to mix together into the masterpiece that is our limited edition ‘Coca-Cola Starlight’ product, and that’s why millions of customers with poor taste throughout the country have celebrated the beverage with open arms and even opener wallets.” Director of Marketing at Coca-Cola, Inc., Todd Fizz, told online news outlet NowNews last week. “You really think we’d crush up stale shortbread cookies and sugar into a Coca-Cola and call it something new? I mean, come on, this is Coca-Cola we’re talking about. We’d never do something cheap like that, and admit it. Never! Besides, the sales of Coca-Cola Starlight have been incredible! Stellar… even.”

“Isn’t that just because people are accidentally buying Starlight while reaching for what a few months ago would have been a Cherry Coke?” NowNews asked in reply, while shaking their head at Mr. Fizz’s obvious pun. “Everywhere I go, it seems like store vendors are just replacing the Cherry Coke spots in their fridges with Starlight, and the label color is almost identical. You don’t even realize you got cheated until you leave the store and take a sip. By, then, it’s too late to get a refund.”

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience…” Todd Fizz answered thoughtfully before noticing the still half-full bottle of “Starlight” in his interviewer’s trash can.

“I am.”

As Coca-Cola continues to deny the use of ‘Frosted Fun Cookies’ and ‘No Stuff Fun-REO’s’ in making their “Starlight” flavor, “Dollar General” and “Dollar Tree” stores throughout the country continue to face the problem of how to keep walkways through their businesses clear of the literal flood of years-old, stale, one dollar treats now pouring into their stores continuously with every single truck delivery from their suppliers.

At the time of reporting, President of “Family Dollar”, Buck Quarters, had devised a potential solution for his own company, at least. By relabeling all ‘Flashy Family Cooksters’ and other similar products as “baby formula”, he sold every single package in every store overnight for $10 a pop, making enough profit to singe off his taste buds with lasers so he could never even theoretically taste a Coca-Cola Starlight again.

“It was worth it.” was the only reply he gave to “The Eye of Zatara” when requested for comment.

“The Eye of Zatara” has yet to investigate rumors from the southern border of newborns being fed these ‘Flashy Family Cooksters’ after Family Dollar’s new ‘baby formula’ was purchased en masse by the Biden administration and given to them.

[SATIRE] “The Eye of Zatara” Reviews – THE MATRIX: RESURRECTIONS — The “Real” Review (Blue Pill)

Review By: “The Gatekeeper”

“The Matrix: Resurrections” is the most interesting movie I have ever seen about Microsoft Excel, and the only movie about Microsoft Excel that, to my knowledge, stars Keanu Reeves. Apparently the sequel to another trilogy of movies that I haven’t seen, “The Matrix: Resurrections” is the story about a homeless man named “Neato” who wanders into some kind of modern day technology firm and begins working on an Excel matrix there until it seems to take over his life, and even cause him to seek after some other homeless-looking lady named “Serenity” which I think is from that show, Firefly, but I can’t say for certain, because I also haven’t seen that.

Apparently, in a previous “Matrix” movie, a younger looking dude that looks nothing like today’s Keanu Reeves hooked up with Serenity in some kind of green-looking city that kind of hurt my eyes to see flashbacks of. Then, John Smith, the guy who married Pocahontas if I remember third grade history class correctly, tried to kill this younger Keanu Reeves person for some reason, but Keanu stopped them using the power of his X-Box One, hereafter just referred to as his “The One”, possibly by hacking their Excel matrix. (Honestly, I didn’t even know Microsoft Excel could run on an X-Box, but I guess that’s what made him such a cool hacker in the previous films. Who knew?)

There is a lot of shooting things in this movie. Like, a lot, a lot. And, sometimes, when he’s being shot at, Neato (Keanu Reeves)’s internet connection to the Excel matrix seems to lag up, as the bullets stop hitting him and everything kind of moves slow for a while. Honestly, it’s kind of like playing Overwatch. I think he said his internet service provider was “Bullet Time”, which I have never heard of, so no wonder he has such poor connection speeds. Also, based on his scruffy hair and beard, I am still assuming that Neato is homeless, so he probably doesn’t have any money to upgrade his internet connection with, either.

At the end of the movie, something happens, but I can’t tell you what that something is because I kind of fell asleep playing “Pokemon: Shining Diamond” while watching the movie, and had a weird mixed dream about the two where Keanu Reeves was telling me about the legend of Dialga, and I woke up screaming “Use the Master Ball!” right as “Resurrections” started its end credits. So, since I did not see the ending of the movie, I will now make one up, and will sternly judge the movie based upon the merits of the ending that I happened to think of as the first thing on the top of my head after watching it.

So, Neato and Serenity ultimately get cornered by the villain of this movie, Orville Redenbacher, who attempts to trade them popcorn in exchange for helping him record his business expenses on Neato’s latest Excel matrix. Neato refuses, however, and calls a fleet of those Imperial Star Destroyers with Death Star lasers on them from the last horrible Star Wars movie and blasts Orville Redenbacher into non-existence along with half of the greater Seattle area. (I’m just kind of assuming they all live in Seattle.) Then, Neato and Serenity move to Cleveland to open a general goods store, and live happily ever after, until the sequel where they’re recruited by Nick Fury to fight Thanos’ evil little brother, Kyle, who has seven Infinity Stones now, one more than his older brother because he’s more evil. The End.

Overall, I would recommend “The Matrix Resurrections” to anyone looking to get a good night’s sleep, to anyone who is a fan of Microsoft Excel, or to anyone who has seen either “Firefly” or the original “Matrix” movies. I would think that having any idea who Neato and Serenity are instead of just imagining it in their heads will get a lot more enjoyment out of this movie than I did. I would like to warn anyone watching this movie, however, that the ending is kind of bad. Like the Orvile Redenbacher thing makes no sense, and seems completely thrown it there at random, and the Imperial Star Destroyers blowing up the city around Neato and Serenity seemed really contrived. Overall, I’d give the movie a 7 out of 5, which is an improper fraction, a testament to the improper way I felt this movie treated its source material, if it has any, as I do not know – I have never seen any of the other “Matrix” movies.

There you go. Final score, 7/5. I will now return to playing Pokémon and/or napping until my next review. Don’t wake me until then. (Unless you want to trade Pokémon.)

~The Gatekeeper

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[SATIRE] The “Eye of Zatara” Investigates… ZOM-BEES

[Original Article: Saturday, October 23, 2021]

When I was a kid, I used to be deathly afraid of bees.  I wasn’t allergic to them or anything, but the threat of something so small, so unintrusive that could slip its way into my world and fill me with what seemed at the time to be unimaginable pain for simply happening upon it at an unfortunate moment… I think that’s what really frightened me as a kid.

Now, I respect bees for what they are – an essential part of our ecosystem that pollinates the plants that make our human habitats beautiful and healthy, something which is now disappearing from our world at an increasing rate.  I’m sure you’ve heard about the decreases in the honeybee population, but I’ve come to find out a little more about it than you’ll ever hear in your local media news hour.  CNN, Fox News… they don’t want to talk about it, either.  It’s true that bees are dying at an almost alarming rate in some parts of the country.  What you’re not being told is what killed them, and, even more terrifying, what happens to them after they die.  They don’t simply rot on the ground like they were squashed under a human shoe.  No, they come back with a vengeance against the cold mechanical world that so cruelly extinguished them… they come back as zom-bees.

The year is 2017.  Unsold DVD copies of the 2016 movie “Ghostbusters: Answer the Call” were just beginning to pile up in city garbage dumps after retail outlets gave up on trying to hawk them in their discount movie sections and finally let them be hauled away as refuse.  Workers at a dump in Seattle, Washington, noticed a peculiar phenomenon that occurred after Seattle’s constant rain poured down long enough on a 1 mile square radius section of unsold Ghostbusters DVD’s in a corner of the refuse yard.  All the insects in that part of the dump were laying dead around the DVD’s, apparently killed by some sort of toxic, unfunny chemicals that seeped from the unwanted movies after being eroded away long enough by Seattle’s acidic rain.  In that moment, a new pesticide was born.

Known to exterminators testing the chemical in the area as “The Just Won’t Be Silent Killer”, the chemical seemed to stimulate deep-seated mental and emotional pain receptors in any living being that came into contact with it, overwhelming them in a way that many insects, having never built up any immunity from previous exposures to Melissa McCarthy, had no tolerance for, causing them a rapid, horrifying death.  The chemical was a godsend, able to kill tough pests like bedbugs without fail, and was set to begin a much larger, countrywide test run before being officially approved for international use when the first bees began to come into contact with the substance… and it changed them.

At first, the bees simply died like all other insects (and some humans) when exposed to concentrated, liquified Melissa McCarthy humor.  But, then, everything turned quickly for the worst.  Perhaps something deeply naïve and innocent in the gentle, flower-loving little creatures fought back against the sudden influx of darkness into their tiny insect souls, clinging desperately to life out of sheer rage of how their existence was being extinguished.  Perhaps other factors were involved.  All we know is from that moment on, the DVD-laced chemical was never used again, and all the bees that accidentally came into contact with it during its test run came back from their initial bout of death… as creatures that could no longer experience death.  Furious, comedy-loathing, human-hating, swords of inconsolable, unkillable, unstoppable stinging that attacked in swarms anything that moved… and then ate the brains of whatever they killed, apparently seeking fresh brain tissue to regenerate the parts of their minds forever scarred from their contact with liquid Ghostbusters 2016.

Roaming through the Pacific Northwest, these swarms of zom-bees now sting and infect their own kind, killing off the normal honeybee population and turning their sacrificed former kindred into more of their own stinging zombie legions.  A quick excuse about “murder hornets” from Asia helped to distract the population from the true threat for a time, but, now, many in our country are beginning to again awaken to the truth that swarms of stinging, slaughtering, human-hating, brain-eating zombie honeybees are wreaking havoc all along America’s west coast.  As they spread into California, wildfires were started to try to exterminate the bees and keep them from infiltrating the state, but to no avail.  Zom-bees are real, and they are winning the fight with humanity.  One painful sting at a time.

So, if you find yourself on the western side of our beautiful US of A, and you see a swarm of oddly grey-colored bees moving about from an oversized hive of pinkish, grayish goo that looks like human brain tissue… don’t worry!  You have nothing to fear.  Because it will all be over for you shortly.  The only thing you have to worry about now is what you will do to keep your mind off the pain in the 60 seconds of being stung all over at once you will experience when the zom-bees see you… and come for you in vengeance for being exposed to Ghostbusters 2016.

You have been warned!

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Throughout the month of October, the “Eye of Zatara” is continuing to investigate the strange and paranormal in our community, bringing to light mysteries that could question and unravel everything we know about the world around us.  Keep in mind that this story is REAL, according to everything we were told about it by this one guy we met at Starbucks the other day who seemed really credible, although he wouldn’t give me his name.  Or maybe he did, and I just forgot it.  Was it… Frank, maybe?  He ordered a mocha white hot chocolate.  I do remember that.  How can you possibly question anything being told to you by a man with such a fine taste in drinks?  Well?  Yeah, I didn’t think so.

If you have any reports of zom-bees sightings in your area to pass along, or other paranormal encounters you’d like us to investigate, please reach out to the “Eye of Zatara” today through our Comments section or through my P.O. box, and by P.O. box, I mean unfinished bird house sitting on a bench in my backyard waiting for me to do something with it.  That I’ve taped a sticky note to that says “P.O. Box”.  Trust me, it’s very secure.  So, reach out to the “Eye of Zatara” today!

😊

~The Gatekeeper

[SATIRE] The “Eye of Zatara” Investigates – PUMPKINFOOT

[Original Article: Monday, October 18, 2021]

As I came to the edge of the mostly unheard-of little town of Lyre, Louisiana, I looked for the signs I had been given by locals to find a creature that was said to reside there.  A curious soul by nature, I have spent many a weekend traveling throughout central Louisiana – investigating haunted houses, searching for cryptozoological creatures, and taking guided tours at the very site of the most infamous crimes of the century.  But now I was on the trail of something more elusive, a local legend of a creature said by many to resemble the stories of “Bigfoot” found throughout North America, but a creature that can only be found in the cool months of autumn when orange and brown are everywhere, and when Halloween decorations and Thanksgiving celebrations spread like a plague of strange contentment throughout the families of the land.  I was searching for the strange and oddly scented creature known only to a few local fishermen as… “Pumpkinfoot”.

As I approached Ficton Pond, a mossy little fishing hole that served as one of the few “landmarks” of note in the mostly swamp and wilderness of Lyre, I saw unusual footprints in the mud along the pond’s north-facing edge – large footprints, resembling those of a man, but much bigger, and with a strange scent clinging to them that I recognized immediately as a steady purveyor of Starbucks lattes in the fall  – it was the scent of pumpkin spice.  Suddenly, I heard a sound.  An inhuman growling like that of a wounded beast which shook me to my very core, for I could hear in that bestial roar, an almost human undertone to the screaming that told me I was on the verge of meeting something terrifying.  Running from the pond out of instinct, I tripped over a limb from a fallen log in the underbrush, only to look behind and see the silhouette of the very creature I had foolishly come to this little town to uncover.  It seems that instead of me finding and investigating it, Pumpkinfoot had, instead, come to see and investigate ME.

Tall and imposing, with a large ragged red beard like that of a man, the creature towered over me in the waning afternoon light, his visible teeth gnarled and yellow, his fingernails long and dirty, and a faded Metallic shirt and torn up old blue jeans, obviously “borrowed” from humans he had killed, covering up his otherwise mostly hair-laden body.  He walked barefoot through the brush towards me, his cold amber eyes staring down imposingly into my own baby blues, as he opened his mouth to speak or consume me, I wasn’t sure which, but I feared the worst, and searching inside myself for any hint of ingenuity and courage with which to get out of this terrible situation, and finding none, I turned to prayer to find comfort in my final moments.

“This is private property, Man.  You can’t just be coming in here on my land and poking about.  It’s not a public fishing spot.”

I opened my closed eyes in shock.  The creature speaks!  And not just in a vague, incomprehensible mix of human and beast, but clear, concise, albeit a little informal, human English!  I was too startled, at first, to even respond.

“Look, you got $20?  You give me $20, and I’ll let you fish here all you want today.  Just come to the front door of my house next time, and ask.  I was trying to carry my team in another lousy match of Overwatch when I saw you poking about from my window.” the beast pointed to a rudimentary, almost abandoned looking, dwelling on the other side of the pond, a clouded window facing exactly in my direction.  “I REALLY don’t have the patience for trespassers today.”

I reached for my wallet.  I couldn’t remember… had I brought any cash with me today?  Would this strange creature let me live even if I did?  Does he possibly have CashApp?

“You don’t have any money, huh?” the man-creature roared, taking a sip of something, most likely fresh human blood, kept warm in an old cracked tumbler in his hand.  “Hmmm… well, those are some pretty nice shoes you got there.”  The creature smiled a hearty, gnarl-toothed smile, the scent of pumpkin spice and coffee wafting out from his otherwise foul breath as his mighty lungs exhaled.

“S…Sure.” I said, taking off my tennis shoes without realizing what I was doing and handing them to the creature, who immediately grabbed them and put them in place on his large, mud-stained old feet.

“How nice.  A perfect fit.” The man-creature smiled again, an oddly satisfied look in its cold amber eyes.  He took another drink from his chalice of warm human blood.  “Alright, you’re free to fish.  Just don’t try to connect to my Wifi…”

“W…Wifi?” I asked sheepishly, crawling slowly through the mud away from the creature in the general direction of my silver Ford pick-up truck just outside the small woodland clearing.

“Yes, my Wifi.  It’s not secured.  And I need it to play Overwatch.” the creature smiled sweetly, a bestial glint flashing briefly in his eyes as he tracked my cowardly movements in the opposite direction of him.  “The last guy who connected to my Wifi while fishing here and made me lose a game because of lag… well… HE’S what I’ve been mixing in with my pumpkin spice coffee each morning the last couple of weeks.  SEE FOR YOURSELF!”

The creature laughed, throwing coffee from his old tumbler in my face which was, indeed, mixed with some kind of thick reddish liquid and also what appeared to be small bits of human flesh and bones!  Screaming, I ran off with my hands over my face, despite the coffee being lukewarm at best, frantically racing to my nearby truck and driving hastily away from the area as quickly as I could.  The man-creature just stood there, watching me without breaking his gaze, not even seeming to move a muscle throughout the entire length of time that I fled from his vicinity.

“You can come out now, Ma.  The intruder’s gone.” the man-creature whispered, drinking down what remained of his mostly lost cup of coffee before spitting out a finger bone that got caught in his mouth.  In response to these words, a nine foot tall naked bestial creature whose features were concealed entirely in several layers of a very thick coating of dark black fur like a bear’s stepped out of the shadows behind a nearby cluster of trees near the man-creature’s house, walking barefoot over to her smiling son and hugging him sheepishly in thanks for warding me off.  The hairy thing growled contentedly before letting off a strange aroma of pumpkin-like musk from somewhere in a gland along its back that quickly filled the whole clearing around old Ficton Pond with the scent of autumn spice.  “I know, I know.  You get scared when humans come around here looking for you.  I understand.  Don’t worry, the old Koolaid and fake skin and bones trick worked like a charm again this time.”

The man-creature smiled.

“And, not only that, I even got some nice new shoes out of it.”

Upon seeing the second creature out of the corner of my eye while flooring it out of the little town containing Ficton Pond, I never again resumed my hunt for the legendary creature known to its locals as “Pumpkinfoot”, or even returned again within 50 miles of the frightful little bump on the road remembered forever in my nightmares as Lyre, Louisiana.

 

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While difficult to believe, the “Eye of Zatara” stands behind this story, following countless long hours of not investigating it and interviewing unrelated passersby.  All throughout the month of October, we will continue to investigate the strange and paranormal.  Stay tuned here for the latest supernatural news, fact-checked by honest, reliable writers and journalists who always, for your benefit, take every possible step to watch YouTube instead of investigating anything.  Have you, too, seen a creature resembling “Pumpkinfoot” in the wilds of Louisiana?  If so, contact the “Eye of Zatara” today, and you just might be the subject of our next 100% true, completely unexaggerated, right as rain, Snopes-verified (for whatever that’s worth) news story in… “The Eye of Zatara Investigates”!

~The Gatekeeper

 

This story is ridiculous.  I’m going to get a latte.

 

~The Watchman

 

😛

~The Gatekeeper

[SATIRE] The “Eye of Zatara” Investigates – MEN IN GREEN

[Original Article: Monday, October 4th, 2021]

“You may have heard the rumors about the men in nice suits that show up whenever you see something that… shouldn’t quite exist in our world. The hushed whispers of secret government cover-ups, inhuman infiltrators of our society, and magic-like occurrences that defy modern civilization and its technology. Heck, you may have even seen a movie about these, so-called, “Men in Green”. Well, I am here to tell you that they are very real.

It was a rainy St. Patrick’s Day in the town of Meadup, Louisiana. The precipitation had finally let up, and a rainbow could be seen leading just over a nearby hill to something I could not quite make out. I had taken the week off work to celebrate my wife’s birthday with a cruise we were leaving for tomorrow, so I had the leisure to walk a few minutes forward until I could try to see what was at the end of the little rainbow by my house. That’s when I saw it.

They call them “UPGO”, or “Unidentified Pot of Gold Objects”, small black kettles of otherworldly locomotion that float impossibly above the ground while surrounded in an array of otherworldly lights, all centered around the end of a rainbow, as if the bridge of many colors led, at its far point, to another world beyond imagining, one which I was not supposed to be aware of. A shadowy figure emerged from within the golden metallic coins that littered the top of the floating kettle, a small green-clothed humanoid with a ragged hairy red beard and a hat with a four leaf clover on it. I had seen an honest-to-goodness “little green man”. The minute it saw me, it disappeared. Down into the end of the rainbow in a flash of light with the rainbow disappearing a few short seconds behind it, and I thought that would be the end of my story. Until the next day, when the men in nice suits showed up.

I was almost finished packing for the cruise when I heard a knock at the front door a few rooms away. Tossing another polo shirt into my suitcase, I then hurried over to my home’s threshold and opened the door to be greeted by a suspiciously serious looking middle-aged man in a green suit and tie, along with another man that looked a lot like Will Smith. They flashed some kind of ID in my face, something strange that looked like they had gotten it from the bottom of a cereal box, and started asking me about hearts, stars, horseshoes, clovers, and blue moons. I told them I knew nothing of these things, but had seen a strange pot of gold at the end of a rainbow in my front yard yesterday. They frowned.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to step outside.” the more serious-looking man said in a somber tone, taking… something… out of his jacket. The strange cylindrical device looked like one of those pens from grade school that could write in any color depending on which button on the top of the pen you pushed first. But on the top of the thick, pen-like machine was what was clearly some kind of plain brown potato. I was more than a little confused.

“Look into the potato please, Sir.” the man said very seriously, while his assistant mumbled something under his breath about making pancakes for Shrek. I refused. Why would I stare at a stupid potato, and what did this have to do with the UPGO I saw the day before?

“We’re from the government, and I need you to look into this potato.” the man said more seriously, reaching for something else inside his emerald suit coat… possibly a weapon? His partner reached for a weapon as well, while whispering to me something about finally being able to make up for “After Earth”. At this point, I’d had enough. I slammed my front door in the face of these strange “Men in Green” and looked for my cell phone to contact the police when, suddenly, some kind of talking dog, a pug, was in my house in front of me, holding the same “potato pen” device as the others. I saw the strange sight for only a moment before a bright emerald light filled my eyes and I woke in my bedroom, laying on the bed beside my still only half-packed suitcase, having apparently fallen asleep while preparing for my cruise.

I sighed with relief, happy the strange series of events had turned out to merely be the musings of my resting mind. Then, I heard it. The sound of… something… perched on the open sill of my nearby bedroom window.

“If you thought that was bad,” a multi-colored toucan carrying a box of “Froot Loops” under one arm mused in perfect English. “Just wait ’till you see what agents they send now that you’ve seen me.”

My startled scream could be heard all the way to the other side of another fleeting rainbow in the little town of Meadup, Louisiana.”

***
As per our usual standards, “The Eye of Zatara” confirmed the above account with its usual rigorous filtering process before posting it to this website (AKA we asked our ‘Magic 8 Ball’ if it was true and it said ‘Probably’.)  Stay tuned for more in-depth investigations into the strange and paranormal as “Halloween Month” continues on “The Eye of Zatara”!

~The Gatekeeper

[SATIRE] “The Eye of Zatara” Investigates –
ALLEN ABDUCTIONS

[Original Post: Sunday, September 26, 2021]

“The first thing I remember was the lights.  I woke up, and there they were… shining through my window bright as the sun.  I tried to shield my eyes, but it wasn’t enough.  I could still see them even with my eyes closed.  Bluish white, piercing impossibly through my body and my mind.  I should have been scared, but something compelled me instead to follow them.  To seek out that unfathomable glow.  To see what was creating such otherworldly brightness.  To see what wonder of heaven or of earth had invaded the dark little shroud tucked around my early morning bedroom.  Curiosity had gotten the better of me.  Inexplicably, I watched myself as, a moth drawn to a flame, I quickly threw on a jacket over my T-Shirt and stepped outside, expecting… something.

Metallic.  The lights were coming from something metallic.  I strained to see more through the brightness as a loud sound like the foghorns I remember from the lighthouses that dotted the little beach east of my childhood home startled me out of my own head.  Then, I saw the shadows.  The little shadows of what appeared to be humanoid figures stepping out of tall rectangular hatches on either side of the glowing metallic silver mass.  They were wearing strange clothing, old rustic American jumpsuits like those worn by mechanics of several generations gone by.  And, there, over the breast of their uniforms I saw a patch that was identical across each of the barely visible figures now standing darkly in the glow of a halo of bluish white radiance behind them – a name patch that on each and every one of them that said, in faded red cursive lettering, simply… “Allen”.

They grabbed me and tied me to a platform on the back of their silver metallic mass.  I saw a strange symbol engraved upon the front of their giant machinework out of the corner of my eye as I screamed in objection.  The face of a horned ram staring back at me.  And near it, in almost human looking writing, what appeared to be the English word for… “Dodge”?  The Allens took out some fishing line and tied me to cold metal, a kind of flat rectangular storage bay on the back of their oversized silver conveyence, a trail of smoke leading up from the end of a long, loud exhaust tube sticking out from the back of their machine.   Laughing, they opened small cylindrical containers of some kind of foamy beverage and took sips from their unusual refreshment before climbing into the control chamber at the front of their otherworldly vehicle and driving me down the road away from my home… away from everything and everyone that I ever loved… and into a cornfield from which I feared I might never return.  A cornfield known for having strange animal mutilations and aluminum can litterings occurring overnight.

Once they got me to the field, I tried to scream but they simply laughed, and continued to drink out of those strange cylindrical vessels whatever it was they relied on for sustenance.  They took out a rusted, red metal box filled with all kinds of cruel, otherworldly torture devices and began hitting me over the head with what I can only describe as some kind of tiny bent metal rod.  The humanoids responsible for my abduction called it an “Allen Wrench”.  Soon the hitting me over the head with a wrench was joined with what appeared to be human screwdrivers, pliers, claw hammers, and whatever else my sadistic benefactors could find and retrieve from within the horrible depths of their cold metal box.  A receipt from a human “Human Depot” store spilled out puzzlingly from the accursed red container as they reached for a especially vicious looking “Hex Key” (their language, not mine – I have no human word equivalent to offer for it) and begin poking metal parts of it up my nose while drinking more of their frothy chilled space juice and laughing.

Eventually, I must have passed out from terror, because the next thing I knew, I woke up alone in the middle of the cornfield with circles of tire-track-like impressions forming a geometric design in a pattern all around me, several dozen unlucky possums found mutilated (squashed) on the small country road leading away from the field back to town forming a red trail of truth – a small lingering evidence that my humiliation at the hands of the Allens was real.  It was a long time before I felt safe enough to reach into my pocket for my smartphone and call for an Uber to get home.  Longer still before I told my family back home what had happened that night after returning to my humble abode and forcing myself back to bed even knowing I wouldn’t fall sleep while recounting in my head all the horrible, otherworldly things I had heard and seen.

Many of my friends think the entire incident was simply a dream.  Something I made up in my mind, to make myself feel special in some way, as I live out my otherwise boring and uneventful life.  But I and my Uber driver, Diego, know the truth.  I didn’t drive myself out to that cornfield.  And I certainly didn’t tattoo ‘Get ‘Er Done’ and ‘Here’s Your Sign’ on my own back that night.  I encountered something otherworldly and supernatural that will stay with me my whole life… until my very last day on this humble little planet that we call Earth.  And I say humble planet very earnestly, because if that strange night of torture with the Allens taught me anything… it’s that we are not alone in this world.  Allens, in whatever backwoods you find them and in whatever giant pick-up truck they are riding in, are not a trick of the light or an experimental weather balloon to be dismissed.  They are not some new governmental aircraft, or angels, or time travelers, or swamp gas, or wolves.

They are very, VERY real.  And, maybe… just maybe… without you even knowing it right now, there is a slightly sober Allen waiting and watching over you right now, too.  Waiting to shine his lights into your bedroom.  Waiting to take you out into that cornfield.  Waiting to stick a Hex Key up your nose and laugh.

Waiting to shakily tattoo ‘Get ‘Er Done’… forever… in broken, illegible letters on your back.”

~The above account was submitted to the management of “The Eye of Zatara” by a reluctant and trustworthy witness, a man who may or may not have been the ACTUAL cover-up artist who removed the “Get ‘Er Done” and “Here’s Your Sign” tattoos from the back of the anonymous, tortured victim of our story.  As Halloween season approaches, the “Eye of Zatara” will continue to investigate paranormal phenomenon reported to us by various bored employees at businesses we frequent, spending at least thirty minutes verifying the details of these stories before posting them forever on the internet as indisputable fact.

We at “The Eye of Zatara” have an ironclad commitment to finding out the truth about our reality, and sharing that truth with you, our readers, so you can better understand the horrors that could face you in the otherwise innocent world all around you.

Watch the skies, dear Reader.  Or, um… the roads.  Or something.  (Your driveway, maybe?)

~The Gatekeeper

[SATIRE] “The Eye of Zatara” Gives – June 2021: The BTBL

[Original Post: Sunday, June 13, 2021]

FROM “THE EYE OF ZATARA” STAFF:
Today, we the staff of “The Eye of Zatara” are very proud to announce a new feature on this blog.  In this feature, appearing every few months or so, we will take a moment away from reporting the latest news and world events that we hear about to instead focus locally on a small, deserving charity in our area, one which very much needs your support, loyal readers, to help make a difference in the region of Sumgaters, Louisiana where “The Eye of Zatara” Studios makes its home.  Today’s charity, for the month of June, is the BTBL, or “Bloodthirst Bank of Louisiana”, which focuses on helping down-on-their-luck “vampires” in Louisiana find the much needed blood they need to survive.  Here’s some more about the BTBL, and how to help:

FROM THE “BLOODTHIRST BANK OF LOUISIANA”:
Tomorrow, June 14th is World Blood Donor Day, a time when people come together around the world to donate blood at their local Blood Bank, to ensure that those needing blood have the life-giving resource they need to help them survive when crisis comes their way.  But, unbeknownst to most donors, 95.7% of America’s Blood Banks currently refuse to give blood to one of the most persecuted, under-priviliged sectors of our community, the Hemopoiesisly Challenged.

Known to some by the derogatory slang terms “vampire”, “Dracula”, “undead”, and “bloodsucker”, to name a few, the Hemopoiesisly Challenged (“HC”) do not have the ability to regenerate the blood cells in their otherwise immortal, ageless bodies, leaving them without the necromantic protections their eternal forms need against otherwise harmless everyday items in our world such as garlic, crosses, stakes, steaks, the Sun, and Stephenie Meyer novels (which do not so much kill as horribly embarrass them).  This forces them, in self-defense, to use their chiropteran bat fangs to drain the blood they need from those they can find in the community around them, often turning these bystanders themselves into more Hemopoiesisly Challenged victims of our cruel, heartless society.

But, tomorrow, you can help!  For less than the amount of blood lost to a simple amputation, you can donate everything needed for a local “HC” family to quench their thirst for several months of their unnatural, nocturnal existence.  By adding a $100 donation with your blood, you can also help pay for the daily life essentials these so-called “vampires” will need to live a full and thriving everyday life, such as comfortable, sturdy coffins to sleep in, Coppertone SPF 5,000, tooth sharpeners, and nanofiber clothes that change size with their “HC” wearers as they switch from human to bat form while commuting to work.  (Flying as a bat to work is great for the environment!  How thankful we should be for our ‘HC’ neighbors instead of chasing them with pitchforks and torches!)

So, tomorrow, as you weigh the cost of giving up a little of your blood to a local Blood Bank in your area, consider also stopping by the Bloodthirst Bank for your community, whether it be the BTBL for our “Who Bat?” brethren here in Louisiana, or one of our many partner affiliates throughout the continental United States, such as the “Crimson Tide of Mercy” bank in Alabama and the “Red Badge of Kindness” bank headquartered in Chancellorsville, Virginia.  Do note that there are currently no Bloodthirst Banks in the Washington, D.C. area, though, as “HC” individuals there are mostly Congressmen and Senators, and can get all the blood they need from the voters they turn into mindless thralls by the millions in order to make sure they get re-elected.  (How else do you think today’s politicians stay in power?)

Thank you in advance for considering a donation!

~The BTBL

FROM “THE EYE OF ZATARA” STAFF:
Wow, that was great, wasn’t it?  We don’t intend to do this with every charity, but since this is our first ever local non-profit spotlight, “The Eye of Zatara” will be matching all cash donations made tomorrow to the BTBL as outlined below!  SO GET DONATING!

$1 or more: Send a copy of your digital or physical receipt of cash donation to the Bloodthirst Bank of Louisiana tomorrow, and “The Eye of Zatara” will match your donation, dollar for dollar, with cash from as many copies of “Monopoly” that we have to borrow from our friends and neighbors as are needed to meet or exceed your generosity, dear reader!

$100 or more: If you donate $100 or more to the BTBL in a single donation tomorrow, “The Eye of Zatara” will write your name on a piece of paper to be put into a hat for a drawing the following week.  The winner of this drawing will receive $5,000 cash from “The Eye of Zatara”, payable either in small golden colored bills or, digitally, if you have “Monopoly Electronic Banking Edition”.  Your family will never beat you at board games ever again!

$1000 or more: If you donate $1000 or more to the BTBL in a single donation tomorrow, “The Eye of Zatara” will write your name on a commemorative plaque made entirely out of an old dry erase board that will hang in our offices for at least a month or two, until one of our interns forgets why the name is there and erases it while cleaning the office.  We might even remember a part of your name afterwards!  Here’s hoping, Amy Something Something of Shreveport!

$10,000 or more: If you donate $10,000 or more to the BTBL tomorrow, “The Eye of Zatara” will… thank you.  Uh… silently.  The next morning or something before work.  Yep.  We’ll do that thing we just said.  You can count on us, dear reader.  We will thank you.  Silently.  In our heads tomorrow.  Whole-heartedly.  Yep.

$100,000 or more: If you… ok, wait, you know what?  Actually, we won’t match this.  Quit flaunting how much money you have!  Give some to us!  You know how little we make off this blog?  We literally made zero dollars from “The Eye of Zatara” last month!  And the month before that!  And the month before that!  And all the months before that!  Maybe WE ought to be a non-profit, and say we’re helping somebody or another.  Is helping werewolves taken?  Yes, we’re doing that now!   Seriously!  Donating $100,000 to some bank for vampires, but not sending anything to us… that’s selfish.  That’s what that is.  It’s selfish.  You ought to send some to us, Selfish.  Let’s CashApp.  And no Monopoly money!

Thank you in advance!
~”The Eye of Zatara” Staff, Who Make Bird Houses for Underprivileged Werewolves Now, Too, or Something…

[SATIRE] Donald Trump Boycotts “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier” – Says MCU Should Focus on “Making Captain America Great Again”

(Original Post: March 26, 2021)

Port Vila, Vanuatu – According to an exclusive report obtained by senior investigator for CBC News, Michael Hamden, former U.S. President Donald Trump has officially boycotted the new Disney+ original series, “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier”, claiming Disney should instead focus on “Making Captain America Great Again” by creating a new series starring the MCU’s Captain America, Steve Rogers, as portrayed by actor Chris Evans.

“The Falcon and the Winter Soldier are side characters.  Losers!” Donald Trump explained, while relaxing on the golden throne he built in a mansion in the heart of the small Pacific island nation of Vanuatu, as Hamden interviewed him.  “Disney should focus on winners, like the original Avengers, and especially, my favorite Avenger, Captain America.  You know when I was a kid, I had a solid gold Captain America action figure my parents bought for me?  I used to play with it all day, until a reporter from CNN came over to my house and stole it from me because he hates America.”

“I think we’re getting a little off topic…” Hamden interjected, scratching his head as he tried to make sense of the notes he had written down thus far.

“Yes, of course, like I was saying, the Falcon can fly.  So what?  I have five gold-plated private jets that I can fly in whenever I want.  That doesn’t make me a superhero.  I AM a superhero, but it isn’t only because I can fly.” Donald Trump explained, while eating a Taco Bowl flown over to him from the cafeteria in Trump Tower using one of his aforementioned golden jets, a little cheese spilling from the Taco Bowl on the orange-colored ‘Trump Man’ costume he was wearing.  “And the Winter Soldier?  Some guy with a rough life who fights with a metal arm?  Boo hoo, I had a rough life too! I mean, come on, Superman would have a field day with this joker.  I think even Joe Biden could beat him in a fight, and he lost to Vladimir Putin a few days ago after falling down some stairs again!”

“So, you’re boycotting the series?” Mr. Hamden jumped in, trying to keep Donald Trump on topic.  “And I assume you’re encouraging your followers both here and in the United States to do the same?”

“Of course!  Honestly, I had a great Twitter post all planned out to really ‘rally the troops’, so to speak, and put a little fire under the Disney CEO’s feet.  But, then, I remembered that horrible thing that happened when all those Unamerican liberals at Twitter got scared and decided to ban me.” Donald Trump continued, holding out his phone to show the inappropriate Tweet he had all typed out in his Twitter app that refused to post even after multiple presses of the “Submit” button.  “Obviously, Twitter’s in bed with Disney, just like they are with the Dominion voting machines.  So sad!  Just wait until I start my own social media company.  I’d like to see them try to ban me from that!  They can’t – in fact, I’ll ban them!  Twice, even!”

As Donald Trump’s interview with Michael Hamden continued on for… quite some time… after this point, Jeremy Renner, the actor who plays Avengers character “Hawkeye” in the MCU, shared some harsh words of his own about the new Disney+ series in a quick sitdown interview with SLNC News’ Timothy Gibbings in Los Angeles.

“Look, HAWK-Eye.  It’s in my name.  I’m supposed to be the main bird-themed hero in the Marvel Cinematic Universe!” Renner ranted angrily, fiddling dangerously with an actual working longbow in his hand that was aimed just to the left of Timothy Gibbings.  “DC has Hawk-MAN, and Marvel has Hawk-EYE.  I’m Hawk-EYE.  Where’d this Falcon guy even come from?  Some side character from one of the Captain America movies?  I fought in New York against the Chitauri!  I’m one of the original Avengers, for Stark’s sake!  Now he and Bucky have this fancy new series, and no one’s going to even want to watch my MCU show when it comes out!  Hey, it’s… It’s… It’s still coming out, right?  You haven’t heard anything about that, huh?”

“Um…” Timothy Gibbings paused, watching the longbow pointed extremely close to his left side very carefully.  “Everything’s fine as far as I know…”

Even the Atlanta Falcons seemed annoyed at their name being used for an up-and-coming major MCU hero without their team being involved in the show’s production at all.  Teaming up with the same swarm of actual peregrine falcons that went after the Patriots following the Falcons’ overtime loss to them in Super Bowl LI, they attempted to ambush and abduct series stars Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan outside a cast party for the show near a busy Los Angeles intersection only to be overpowered by two working Iron Man suits that Elon Mask had gifted the two actors with after the successful reception of their show by general audiences.

“Look, I don’t care what Donald Trump says, I don’t care what Jeremy Renner says, and I sure as heck don’t care what the Atlanta Patriots have to say about anything after losing to Tom Brady in ’17,” Anthony Mackie said in a brief comment to the Associated Press following the mass falcon attack.  “‘The Falcon and the Winter Soldier’ is a good show.  Maybe even a GREAT show.  And while the idea of making ‘Captain America Great Again’ appeals to me, too… I think the idea of making the entire MCU great again, like it was leading up to Endgame, appeals to me even more!”

Sebastian Stan quietly added a final comment.

“Also, Mephisto, the X-Men, and Galactus all show up in the show’s final episode.” Stan revealed, as fanboys across the Internet exploded simultaneously into multi-colored streamers of confetti, joy, and dreams.  “Just kidding!  Or am I?  Watch our show, and see for yourself!”

A final MCU actor, Benedict Cumberbatch, who plays “Doctor Strange” in the Marvel Cinematic Universe was also asked about “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier” and gave an “on the record” comment this afternoon to a small news service.

“I went forward in time to view alternate futures.  To see all possible television shows I could watch in the next six months.  I saw fourteen million, six hundred and five futures.” he explained to Internet news site, NowNews.

“In how many did you NOT watch ‘The Falcon and the Winter Soldier’?” the online reporter asked.

Benedict Cumberbatch smiled.

“None.”

~The Gatekeeper

[SATIRE] Biden Accepts Newest Challenge from Vladimir Putin – “Lightsaber Duel” in Place of Televised Debate

(Original Post: March 22, 2021)

Imperial Palace, Coruscant – Preparations are being hastily made for what is being called a “Duel of the Fates” as Vladimir Putin, President of Russia, escalated his previous challenge to Joe Biden for a televised debate, now requesting a Jedi lightsaber duel in the heart of the Imperial Palace on planet Coruscant, a request which U.S. President Biden has, surprisingly, accepted.

Leaving a spaceport in Moscow clothed entirely in black robes, Vladimir Putin, also known as “Darth Sykkle”, activated the hyperdrive on his small Imperial model shuttlecraft to take him to the Palace on Coruscant ahead of Biden, to await him, lightsaber in hand, ready to show all of America the power of the Communist “red side” of the Force.

It is unclear what the outcome of this battle will be, but video footage supposedly of the battle itself was delivered to the “Eye of Zatara” by an old man in a Hoveround muttering about Benjamin Franklin.  The following unconfirmed information is the record of the battle.

“Listen, Buddy, if you wanna… You’re… You’re a knucklehead, you know that?  I could… I could kick your one Force pony into next week!  You hear me?” President Biden muttered to a house plant hanging on the wall along one side of the duelists’ ring in the heart of the Imperial Palace.

“Mr. Biden, I know you are busy, but, before I cut you down, there is something you must know…” Darth Sykkle smiled beneath the black Sith hood of his robes, igniting the crimson blade of his silver-hilted energy sword.

“Look, if you’re about to say you’re my father, you’re a heck of a lot older than you look.”

“No…” Vladimir Putin answered with an insidious cackle.  “I am… CORN POP’S father.  I am the reason he went down the wrong path, and threatened you at that pool you used to work at.”

Hearing this, U.S. President Biden’s expression changed in an instant, the once frail-looking leader standing up tall and facing Darth Sykkle with a ferocious look of knowing determination as he activated his own “Luigi Green” colored lightsaber and raised it in challenge like a master fencer’s rapier towards the face of the corrupted Russian dictator.

“Not good enough.” Putin laughed as he waved his hand at Biden, striking him with a burst of Force energy and throwing him down the staircase located directly behind him on the dueling platform.  “And, by the way, that’s the SECOND time I’ve thrown you down a staircase with the Force in the last week, Mr. President!”

Putin laughed maniacally, as Biden collapsed pathetically on the staircase.

“It’s over…” Putin smiled as he walked to the top of the staircase and stared down at the once again confused and befuddled American leader.

“It is NOT.” Another voice chimed in from the shadows, as a new weapon activated behind Darth Sykkle, revealing the face of a black and red armored Kamala Harris holding a large, shuriken-like, four-bladed lightsaber ring, each blade on the weapon a shade of red matching exactly the color of freshly spilt blood.

“What?” Putin raised an eyebrow in confusion, turning around to face his new challenger.

“It is said with Sith there are always two – a Master and an Apprentice.  This is true.” Vice President Harris showed but the tiniest hint of a smirk as she threw her strange lightsaber at Putin in a blur too fast for his eyes to even track, cutting him down in a single slashing movement without giving him so much as a chance to defend himself against her.  “You made the mistake of challenging the Apprentice.  Now you fall before the Master…”

“And you have made the same mistake…” another voice echoed in the old duelists’ arena, an odd, unnaturally-colored, orange-skinned right hand reaching down to retrieve the still glowing red lightsaber from the injured Putin’s grasp, a “Luigi Green” saber already shining in his left.  “You have slain MY Apprentice – one I picked on the Russia version of my show, The Apprentice.  Now, thanks to that, once I finish you, I will control Vanuatu, the United States, Coruscant, AND Russia.  Then, I will make the whole GALAXY great again!”

The strange orange alien with a fuzzy, hair-like growth on his head chuckled, wrapped head-to-toe in a red cloak made out of “MAGA” hats overlaid on an awkwardly-drawn American flag with the incorrect number of stars and stripes on it.

“Kamala… or, should I say… Darth Ka-Maula…” former President Trump smiled in the light of his two stolen lightsabers, glowing bright in each of his hands from the fallen Apprentices of the two Dark Lords now facing off against one another at last.  “Winning is literally my thing.  What chance do you think you have against someone like me?”

“Winning may be something you excel at…” the Vice President spoke calmly, using the Force to bring her lightsaber ring weapon back into hand.  “But, if I recall correctly, the only time someone stopped you from winning… it was an election, it was last year, and it was ME.”

Trump’s eyes filled with fury, but he said nothing to his confident opponent.

“What’s wrong?  Nothing to say without Twitter to hide behind?” Kamala mocked, raising her weapon in challenge to the 45th President.

“I’m going to beat you so bad even a Dominion voting machine can’t put you back together again…” Trump smiled, charging at Kamala as the two clashed blades in an epic cascade of sparking flashes of light.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the background, a third figure watched over the battle, interlacing her fingers and smiling silently to herself, cloaked in a shadow of the Force so thick that even the Dark Lords clashing before her had no idea she was even there at all.

“Excellent…” Kathleen Kennedy smiled over the battle as Kamala and Trump battled evenly against one another in a tremendous display of swordsmanship and skill.  “I’m not sure which of the two of them will win in the end.  But, whichever one does… I will make them MY new apprentice…”

A cold chill filled the hearts of everyone in the galaxy.

~The Gatekeeper