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Post by Spider-Man on Jul 14, 2017 23:07:22 GMT
Timeline: A Few Weeks Before "A Ghost of A Chance"
Previous Threads: N/A
Characters Involved: Spider-Man , various NPCs
Location: Times Square
Brimstone.
It was the last thing Peter Parker could remember, the strong sulfur smell making his stomach churn, and then the void. Not just the pitch black darkness he found himself floating through, but the empty spot in his heart and soul. Something was missing, gone, as if a piece of himself had been sawed off and separated from the whole. Like a vacuum the void pulled at him, threatening to devour him and all that made him who and what he was. He didn’t know why or how but something was fundamentally changing him…
But it does not have to be so. Change is inevitable, but it is not always bad. Infernal forces conspired to circumvent your free will, to take your memories, and to alter what should be and tip the cosmic balance in the favor of evil. While I cannot change this, I can give you a chance. A chance to be the best Peter Parker you can be. A chance to give a new world the Spider-Man they so desperately need, echoed a voice in his head.
Time stretched for what seemed to be an eternity. Images flashed and memories flooded his mind. He witnessed Spider-Men, different Peter Parkers or different worlds, each with similarities to his own existence, yet stark differences.
A man dressed like a bat was at the mercy of Carnage, while Spider-Man held a sinister clown by the throat. Another Spider-Man blasted Kingpin with a seismic blast, his webshooters incorporating a modified version of Shocker’s vibro-shock gauntlets. Crowds gasping as a much younger version of himself had the lenses of his mask narrow in response to an enemy’s remark. Peter on the phone with someone while beating down some would-be robbers, his phone somehow wired into his webshooters. Mr. Negative’s Inner Demons being silently removed as a Spider-Man in a suit similar to his own, but with white spider symbols emblazoned on his chest, used webbing in ways he’d never seen before such as a grenade trap. One Peter wore a black suit and applied his own version of the Mark of Kaine to Norman Osborn in a display of viciousness Spidey had never before shown. Even a Spider-Man who looked like him, but acted more like his enemy Otto Octavius on manner and tone, was shown to him, the way he improved patrols and quickly handled a new incarnation of the Sinister Six.
All this and more flashed before Peter’s eyes, the experiences and memories of certain events lapping over his own, rewriting them when things didn’t fit. The void in his soul was not filled by these things, but it was patched, the borders reinforced. Fights he’d never been in became a part of his experience, tools he didn’t use becoming a regular part of his arsenal, methods he hadn’t considered becoming par for the course, and allies he’d never of considered, like Deadpool, now close friends.
Now leave. This is not your time avatar. You are needed elsewhere. Go forth unto a New Earth as a New Spider-Man.
With that Peter felt something new, yet very familiar…pain.
His seemingly endless falling halted abruptly as he found himself crashing onto a car, bouncing off the windshield, and rolling onto his side with the air knocked out of him
“Owwwwww!” he shouted when he could finally draw breath again.
Blinking away stars he didn’t know where he expected to find himself. Some level of hell, Planet X, or something worse. What he saw though was the Big Apple, specifically the neon signs of Time’s Square and a number of shocked and cursing civilians.
“Home sweet home,” he gasped.
That was when a number of men in black uniforms and body armor arrived, each pointing weapons at him.
“FREEZE! You are to be detained under suspicion of being a dimensional vagrant and/or Neo-Human! You will be registered, identified, and questioned!”
Way to go Peter! Already making friends! I guess it was too much to hope for that a Spider-Man out there didn’t have this damnable Parker Luck and that I had that added to the list of things I don’t need! he thought.
Previous Threads: N/A
Characters Involved: Spider-Man , various NPCs
Location: Times Square
Brimstone.
It was the last thing Peter Parker could remember, the strong sulfur smell making his stomach churn, and then the void. Not just the pitch black darkness he found himself floating through, but the empty spot in his heart and soul. Something was missing, gone, as if a piece of himself had been sawed off and separated from the whole. Like a vacuum the void pulled at him, threatening to devour him and all that made him who and what he was. He didn’t know why or how but something was fundamentally changing him…
But it does not have to be so. Change is inevitable, but it is not always bad. Infernal forces conspired to circumvent your free will, to take your memories, and to alter what should be and tip the cosmic balance in the favor of evil. While I cannot change this, I can give you a chance. A chance to be the best Peter Parker you can be. A chance to give a new world the Spider-Man they so desperately need, echoed a voice in his head.
Time stretched for what seemed to be an eternity. Images flashed and memories flooded his mind. He witnessed Spider-Men, different Peter Parkers or different worlds, each with similarities to his own existence, yet stark differences.
A man dressed like a bat was at the mercy of Carnage, while Spider-Man held a sinister clown by the throat. Another Spider-Man blasted Kingpin with a seismic blast, his webshooters incorporating a modified version of Shocker’s vibro-shock gauntlets. Crowds gasping as a much younger version of himself had the lenses of his mask narrow in response to an enemy’s remark. Peter on the phone with someone while beating down some would-be robbers, his phone somehow wired into his webshooters. Mr. Negative’s Inner Demons being silently removed as a Spider-Man in a suit similar to his own, but with white spider symbols emblazoned on his chest, used webbing in ways he’d never seen before such as a grenade trap. One Peter wore a black suit and applied his own version of the Mark of Kaine to Norman Osborn in a display of viciousness Spidey had never before shown. Even a Spider-Man who looked like him, but acted more like his enemy Otto Octavius on manner and tone, was shown to him, the way he improved patrols and quickly handled a new incarnation of the Sinister Six.
All this and more flashed before Peter’s eyes, the experiences and memories of certain events lapping over his own, rewriting them when things didn’t fit. The void in his soul was not filled by these things, but it was patched, the borders reinforced. Fights he’d never been in became a part of his experience, tools he didn’t use becoming a regular part of his arsenal, methods he hadn’t considered becoming par for the course, and allies he’d never of considered, like Deadpool, now close friends.
Now leave. This is not your time avatar. You are needed elsewhere. Go forth unto a New Earth as a New Spider-Man.
With that Peter felt something new, yet very familiar…pain.
His seemingly endless falling halted abruptly as he found himself crashing onto a car, bouncing off the windshield, and rolling onto his side with the air knocked out of him
“Owwwwww!” he shouted when he could finally draw breath again.
Blinking away stars he didn’t know where he expected to find himself. Some level of hell, Planet X, or something worse. What he saw though was the Big Apple, specifically the neon signs of Time’s Square and a number of shocked and cursing civilians.
“Home sweet home,” he gasped.
That was when a number of men in black uniforms and body armor arrived, each pointing weapons at him.
“FREEZE! You are to be detained under suspicion of being a dimensional vagrant and/or Neo-Human! You will be registered, identified, and questioned!”
Way to go Peter! Already making friends! I guess it was too much to hope for that a Spider-Man out there didn’t have this damnable Parker Luck and that I had that added to the list of things I don’t need! he thought.
