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Post by Carnage on Dec 9, 2010 2:45:07 GMT
Carnage was greatly enjoying his newfround freedom. Nothing could bring him down from Cloud 9, nothing at all. He went wherever he pleased whenever he pleased. Early on, he had discovered that law enforcement was no match for his new abilities. And, so, Carnage became the new king of New York (at least, in his eyes). Soon he would be able to expand his rule to the country, and then the world! All the while spreading beautiful chaos in his wake. As he strolled down the streets of Hells Kitchen at dawn, he munched on a croissant the nice dead lady had given him. Given in that sentence may or may not be defined very loosely.
When what to his wandering eye should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer. "It's been a while since I've had vennison..." he cackled, not once minding that the analogy built in his head was completely inaccurate. Tossing aside what was left of his meal (what was to come would be much more satisfying) Carnage crossed the street, walking over the tops of cars. Right before all of the tasty fawns could disappear into their cave, he flung out a tentacle and wrapped it around the final child, pulling them over to him.
"Hi, I'm Santa. Have you been good this year?" The child (bless their dear little heart) had never heard of Carnage before, apparently, and looked at Carnage curiously while civilians began to scream and scatter.
"You don't look like Santa. Where is your beard?" Carnage hung his head in defeat and leapt down off of the car he was currently standing on, carrying the child with him. She had seen through his ruse. How disappointing. Seriously, he was red. What more did she want?
"I guess that means you are gonna get coal this year, cuz you just lied to Santa." A mixture of disappointment and confusion crossed the girl's face right before Carnage's hand clamped over it. "However, I am willing to reconsider if you volunteer to be my next great piece of art!"
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Post by MacDonald "Mac" Gargan on Dec 10, 2010 2:47:17 GMT
Police scanners, you had to love the darned things. Humans and their communication, it was perhaps the only good thing about them. Looking much like some stone gargoyle perched on the lip of a apartment building, the only way he could be discerned if a bright spotlight shown down upon him, revealing his green suit, the menacing body and deadly tail currently wrapped around his midsection. Of couse, if anyone did see him they'd most likely have a very short life expectancy from that point on; they'd just have to die... why? Well, Gargan was getting himself psyched up, just a little bit anyhow.
He was on the hunt.
The target was a creature self-dubbed "Carnage" and that is exactly what this thing had done. The Goblin hadn't given him the details (no surprise there), but it was obvious this thing was some escaped test gone either horribly wrong or wickedly right; this Carnage had spent his first days of freedom killing, slaying and wreaking havoc with little care, Gargan even had to admit he was a closet fan of the darn creature. A shame he'd have to beat him near death and drag his useless carcass back to the green guy.
Flexing his hands, he broke his vigil of stillness, oh too meet another of his own strength, his own pure, undaunted power! The black spider-man, with some digging he'd found to be self-named "Venom," had been weak, too weak and the great Scorpion had pushed him over with ease...pathetic.
Suddenly, sweet, sweet music reached his ears as a hurried, stressed voice was spat out of the police radio he had nicked an hour or so ago; Carnage had been spotted in the depths of Hell's Kitchen, perfect spot for a feudal, super-powered beat down to go down (Carnage's beat down, not Scorpion's of course).
Straightening his legs, Scorpion imagined his adrenal glands kicking into life, his blood vessels constricting as his super-powered body kicked into life; this was going to be good... With that thought in mind, he took off through the city, using his tail, his wall-crawling abilities and prodigious strength to launch himself across the city to his destination, nearly salivating at the imminent destruction to come if this Carnage was HALF the strength the Goblin thing had described.
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Post by Carnage on Dec 10, 2010 3:04:50 GMT
Leaving his first victim in a nice little pattern on the ground (see: split open), Carnage turned to what was left of the populace in the area, those either too stupid or too...stupid...to flee. "Do I have any other volunteers?" His shouted challenge was met with an eerie silence that stretched on for only moments before he was back in action, flowing back into the mass of cars on the street, seeking out someone suitable. Eh, no reason to get too picky.
A bladed tentacle shattered the window of a car after four strikes, coiling around the neck of the person in the driver's seat. His next victim sat helplessly, their eyes wide. Perhaps they were too frightened to do anything to try and save themselves. Honestly, Carnage would be too if he was looking at himself about to kill himself. Uhm, okay, nevermind. "No reason to be frightened..." His blood red hand reached in and slid through the man's hair as the tentacle withdrew. "Your death will serve a greater purpose...you'll make your family proud. Or, at least, what's left of them." He tightened a fist around a chunk of the man's hair and pulled him out of the car, eyes magnetically drawn to the blood leaking out from the wounds on the man's neck.
Curling his free hand into a fist, then allowing a few spikes to appear on his knuckles, Carnage licked his lips in anticipation. As his fist met with the man's abdomen, a surge of ecstasy flowed through his body, emnating from where the strike had occured. It was then that he heard the shout. "Is that Spiderman?!" Some random kid decided it was time to interrupt Carnage's fun, huh? This wouldn't turn out well...for the kid. Dropping the man he was having fun with and ignoring the icon the kid was apparently having a fit at seeing (hint hint, it isn't Spiderman), Carnage clapped his hands. "Good eye, kid! Now if only your mouth was so smart..."
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Post by MacDonald "Mac" Gargan on Dec 12, 2010 0:14:36 GMT
The first thing that struck Gargan was the smell of...blood; never a necessarily good sign. Perhaps this Carnage creature was wounded? As he crested another building, he immediately spotted the source of the ruckus, Carnage of course, and also the reason for the smell of blood...apparently this creature was, as the Goblin had warned, fairly insane.
Currently wielding a fist of some unpleasant looking spikes, he was waving it menacingly at some little kid, hmph, well it looks like he'd be inadvertently saving some brat's life; some sacrifices had to be made. Even though it appeared he had the element of surprise, Scorpion wanted this battle to be nothing short of epic, he wasn't going to cut it short by taking this creature while unawares.
Reaching down, he dug his hands into the roof he was on and tore out a softball sized chunk of brick, hey, there was no reason to be particularly gentle. Standing erect, he drew his arm back and let the piece of brick fly foward in a direct beeline towards the creature's ugly red head...hopefully that'd get the things attention.
After the projectile had taken flight, he threw himself from the rooftop, skillyfully landing in a crouched kneeling position upon the street, causing a starburst to appear where he landed as a result of his significant impact. Rising to his full height, he let his tail unwind and extend to its fullest (20' in length) where it hovered, waving back and forth like a mezmerized snake of sorts. "Hello creature, my name is Scorpion. I'm going to have to give you a pretty bad thumpin' unless you come with me nice and quiet-like."
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Post by Carnage on Dec 13, 2010 0:17:48 GMT
Carnage had nearly reached his next victim when something slammed into the back of his head. Someone playing hero, eh? They will soon be tasting the wrath of Carnage! Turning to face whatever foe had dared rear their ugly head, he was instead met with the sight of someone falling from a nearby building. They landed in some dramatic pose and a long green terd arched out from their nether regions and came to life. Wow, that was truly disturbing.
"Hello creature, my name is Scorpion. I'm going to have to give you a pretty bad thumpin' unless you come with me nice and quiet-like."
Carnage only glared and began to approach the new arrival. "Are you the one who just threw something at me?!" A thought occured to him. If he had magical poop coming out of his butt, what if the projectile had been made of...feces?! The thought outraged Carnage. "NOBODY THROWS THEIR WASTE AT CARNAGE!!!" Two tentacles arched out from his shoulders as he began to bound across the street toward his green adversary, bloodlust painting his vision red....again. His tentacles shot out toward the target, aiming to hold him down until Carnage could arrive and tear him to shreds.
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Post by MacDonald "Mac" Gargan on Dec 13, 2010 0:46:39 GMT
"Are you the one who just threw something at me?!"
A reasonable enough statement, Gargan himself would have probably said the same thing. The next comment, however, threw even Scorpion's twisted mind a curve.
"NOBODY THROWS THEIR WASTE AT CARNAGE!!!"
Before he could respond, the red mass was charging at him, tentacles much like the black spiderman's shooting out towards him, no doubt with unfriendly intentions.
Releasing a wordless roar of his own, his adrenal glands began to fire like a machine gun; his heart rate sky rocketed and his blood vessels constricted...this is why Scorpion had taken this job, this is where he would come up against another designed being of mass power.
His fists cocked back to spring forward, he met the net of tentacles without resistance where they easily wrapped around each of his appendages and his waist; appearing to any eye to trap him.
Stealthily, in the back, his tail hovered menacingly, awaiting the main bulk of Carnage's body to come into the proper distance...then it would shoot forward, faster than a striking snake to wrap around the beast's wretched body and give him the nastiest shock of his life.
If this worked, Gargan made a mental note to drop by the Green Goblin and give him his thanks for it was he or his employer who had devised the new instrument upon his back, had given his tail the propensity to deal electric shocks with enough strength to kill bull elephants...he relished the idea of now using it on Carnage.
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Post by Carnage on Dec 13, 2010 17:05:52 GMT
A sinister grin lit Carnage's face, despite his current state of mindlessness. He had successfully restrained the green one and would know make him a lot more beautiful. Taking a final leap toward Scorpion, his fingers transformed into blades and cocked back, prepared to scream forward and slice. However, before his blow could land, the terd train shot forward and wrapped around him. He would normally be disgusted, but was too consumed with rage, and this only made it all the worse.
His assault halted, temporarily, at least, he turned to the waste that was now coiled around him. Turning his fingers onto the confinement proved, however, to not help at all. Before he could even bring his weapons to bear, a shock ripped through him like no other. He immediately released his captive, drawing his tentacles back into himself for extra protection. His head was ringing, his vision turned orange and nearly all the fight went out of him. He tried to whip out some clever, nasty quip, but all that escaped him was incoherent mumbles.
Electrical terds? Why the heck did this guy call himself the Scorpion? Gaining some kind of mind back, Carnage began to struggle against the bounds. His strength sapped, however, it seemed to do him no good.
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Post by MacDonald "Mac" Gargan on Dec 14, 2010 1:44:09 GMT
Dagger-like tendrils grew out of his charging opponent's body and Scorpion would admit that a trace of fear had shivered through his body, he suffered from a momentary bout of weakness, but then his tail had leapt forward, wrapping about the creature's mighty waist in a trice!
Hah...hah...HAH HAH! With a maniacal roar of triumph he sent wave after wave of electricity into the red creature who instantly began to curl into a ball of protection. "Yes! Yes! Shocking isn't it?"
He advanced on the figure of Carnage who was wilting like an unwatered flower under the onslaught of the Goblin's new installment. "How's it feel to encounter true power, eh? Real power? SCORPION POWER!"
As he yelled the last two words, he let his tail unwind from the stirring creature and let it rise to its full height, an ecstatic, hungry smile lighting up his face as he brought the tail with his full strength down towards the back of Carnage, fully intent on slamming the red spider-man look alike into the ground and bouncing his nose off the pavement a few times.
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Post by Carnage on Dec 14, 2010 2:22:21 GMT
"How's it feel to encounter true power, eh? Real power? SCORPION POWER!"
It was then that Scorpion made a mistake. He released Carnage, uncoiling his tail and letting the killer fall to the ground. The tail then rose into the air and went to smash down on Carnage, but he rolled to the side. Taking a few deep breaths, Carnage felt his strength slowly returning. Bracing his hands on his knees, he stood up and set a nasty gaze on Scorpion.
"Power? You think that's power? Okay then, buddy, let's see how good you do without your feces. At least I don't have to use some stupid trick to bring my opponent's down. Just sheer, slick," He paused for a moment, raising his bladed hand in front of his face, "CARNAGE." His taunt was not entirely designed to take away what he presumed to be Scorpion's advantage, but he truly felt some truth to it. All this time, he had gotten along just fine with no fancy gadgets or magical poop. He was not going to let the first guy who came along with some stupid gimmick and a horrible name take him down. He was Carnage!
;D
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Post by MacDonald "Mac" Gargan on Dec 14, 2010 2:37:20 GMT
His tail hit nothing but air, crashing into the concrete of the street and splitting the slab of pavement it hit in two, sending bits of debris flying. Still, he wasn't overly concerned about the tail...it had been throught a lot worse and was meant to hit a lot harder things than pavement.
"Power? You think that's power?"
So, he didn't think THIS was power? Then he'd have to teach him a nasty listen, wouldn't he? Using his tail much like a third arm, he swept up a sizeable portion of pavement and hurled it at Carnage; it wasn't meant to really deal any damage, merely to spur the ugly creature into action. "EAT CONCRETE!"
It seemed he was a bit stronger than he had anticipated, next time he got his tail about him he wasn't going to let go! Before the piece of street had reached Carnage, Scorpion had already thrown himself forward, using his tail once again to lash out at the creature... he was, he'd admit, a bit weary of those bladed hands and the distance he could maintain while striking with his tail was certainly a smarter choice for now.
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Post by Carnage on Dec 14, 2010 16:40:53 GMT
"EAT CONCRETE!"
Carnage growled at how easily the man was able to rhyme. He would have to work on that. His concentration, at the moment, was better served saving his life, however. So, as the slab of street and, immediately in front of it, Scorpion's feces shot toward him, he moved into evasive action. He still wasn't at his peak, due to the shock he recieved earlier, but he could at least move out of the way fast enough. Jumping toward the incoming piece of pavement, he narrowly avoided the terds and, using the flying slab as leverage, launched himself a short distance away.
As much as he hated it, simply staying out of Scorpion's reach would have to do, until he regained enough strength to kill him. At least now he knew to avoid the poo. There's a rhyme, excellent! He was getting somewhere...
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Post by MacDonald "Mac" Gargan on Dec 15, 2010 22:07:45 GMT
For being such a murderous villain, this Carnage creature seemed to do a lot of running and dodging. Scorpion felt his anger burst anew in his chest as he felt the familiar pangs of a certain red and blue suited hero who would spend more than half an encounter doing the same; dodging, rolling, leaping. Why couldn't they just stand still?
Seeing his concrete slab fail and his tail hit nothing but air, Gargan was not overly encouraged; this creature couldn't keep this up for long...inevitably he'd hit him, inevitably he would triumph. Grabbing hold of a nearby car (for Carnage, much like a rabbit of sorts, had hopped out of the way) he launched the small sedan towards his blood red opponent, the muscles in his body lurching as they worked to toss the heap of metal through the air.
Grabbing hold of the next car no more than a foot away, he then lifted that above his head and leapt into the air; the height would give him a clear view of Carnage (wherever he would dodge to) and would give Scorpion the chance to send ANOTHER hunk of steal at the infernal creature.
As he leapt, the weight of the car easily being maneuvered by his body, a grin cropped up on his face as he thought of his battle with the black look-alike Spider-man and how he had ended that one... a truck to the face had put him out of commission; this seemed to be turning into a sort of thing for Scorpion. Clobbering his enemies with motor vehicles. Hey, whatever worked, right?
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Post by Carnage on Dec 15, 2010 22:38:19 GMT
And....a car. Well, so much for that whole "staying out of Scorpion's reach thing". What to do, what to do. He didn't have much time to think, so all he could muster was a gut reaction. Willing the symbiote to form a bladed tentacle, he wielded it much like a whip and attempted to cut through the oncoming vehicle. It almost worked, perhaps if the blade had been sharper, or had been swung faster, or if the car was moving a bit slower. Beyond that, however, it gave him only a narrow window of freedom through which to pass.
As he leapt through the small sliver of space he had managed to create, he was grazed on the left side of his torso by a piece of metal and a window poked into this right leg. Not much in way of damage, but WOW did it sting. He landed in a crouch and immediately noted that Scorpion was...flying? Not only that, but another car was already being hurtled in his direction. He scrambled backwards, barely rolling out of the way in time. His strength was slowly returning and it wouldn't be long before he could give Scorpion some damage. "Hey, you, in the stupid green suit! Once I'm done with you...uhm....you'll be a mute! You dumb brute!" EPIC RHYMING!!!!
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Post by MacDonald "Mac" Gargan on Dec 28, 2010 12:46:50 GMT
The accursed creature was still talking; guess he needed another few shocks to bring him down. Landing lightly on the balls of his feet, his tail came to life as it began to crackle with electricity. At the same time his eyes lit up with a manic light as well. Not choosing to grace his opponent with anymore words, he leapt over the wreckage of the car he had thrown and lashed out with his special tail; if he could just shock this "Carnage" creature once more he'd probably be down for the count!
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