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You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?
Marcus Trent Tanner tried and failed to open his eyes.
It wasn't his fault, really. Between the blinding fluorescent lights, his headache, and the burning sensation that crawled across seemingly every inch of his skin, he'd be hard-pressed to twitch a toe, much less do anything more. He groaned, barely noticing a steady beep... beep... beep... in the background, getting slightly faster as he started to stir.
He didn't know what it was yet. He didn't know much of anything in the moment. Just pain, and exhaustion, and his name. He shifted slightly, and winced. Bad move. His skin screamed like he'd had a close encounter with a belt sander. Very close, and very thorough.
Beep. Beep. Beep. It was getting faster. And louder? Or was he just listening to it more?
There were other sounds, other sensations, too. Something dripping steadily, slower than the beep. Some kind of deeper, penetrating pain in his right hand. Something cold flowing from that pain. He felt it all. He felt too much. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sheets felt like sandpaper, the room smelled like a morgue. Too clean, too sterile. He writhed.
BeepBeepBeep.
He felt someone else enter before he heard them. He felt them move toward him. He felt something else enter his skin, his blood, his veins--
Beepbeepbeep beep beep beep... beep... beep...
...He felt nothing.
Marcus resisted the urge to rub at his nose. He'd just had the tube extracted- an NG tube, they called it- a couple of hours ago, and he still felt raw, in his throat in particular. He tried to ignore the sensation as he let the doctor do his business.
He felt sorry for the staff. Marcus was only one of many people they were trying to keep alive.
They were referring to it as simply, "The Incident." Real original, though he couldn't come up with anything better. He remembered enough of it that he didn't want to remember more. A normal Monday, a normal school day, and then a rumble. Then some creepy red gas that made him feel like he'd been pepper sprayed.
Within hours he was puking blood.
And now he was here.
The doctor sighed, shaking his head slightly. Marcus felt it, more than saw it. His senses were doing backflips ever since he woke up. He decided he was just gonna roll with it. He was better off than most. Hundreds had gotten sick. Most of those had died. The rest were spending their days like he was now, wishing they were dead. Doctors came and went, running like they were on fire, for every little thing that might turn into an emergency. Not just doctors, either. Men with masks, or even hazmat suits, if they were paranoid. Cops, suits, men-in-black, who knows, asking questions, expecting answers.
I wish I had more answers to give.
The doctor turned to address him. He seemed confused. Said something about how much better he was doing. Like he was surprised. Marcus was surprised, too. He didn't feel better. But then, he wasn't a doctor.
Said doctor said a few more things. Marcus gave a few more token responses, and the doctor left. Marcus didn't really notice. Or care. He was staring. Staring at his hands, like he could see through his skin. See down to the veins and bones and arteries, and see the squirming and writhing that he could feel just underneath the surface.
He didn't feel fine. He felt different. He felt strange.
But most of all, he felt worried. Worried that the ones he loved were feeling the exact same thing, or worse, that they weren't feeling anything at all anymore.
How far did this thing spread? ...Hector. Scott. Even... even Dad... I hope you guys are all right...
He fell back against his pillows, resisted the urge to claw at his sensitivities again, and tried and failed to get his mind off of everything and sleep.
He was far from the only one in the hospital who would do so.
He'd been allowed to come home yesterday. No infection. No lingering issues. Aside from the fact that he apparently left the hospital healthier than before he'd been affected. He'd apparently even gained muscle mass, of all things. His doctor had been baffled, but too relieved that he hadn't been another corpse. He'd left the hospital without much incident after that.
Hector had met him at the door of their apartment. They'd almost bowled each other over in their enthusiasm. Hector had cried as he kissed him. Marcus cried, too. He was okay. They were both okay.
He'd called Scott as soon as he could get a charge on his phone. Scott was also alive, thankfully. But he'd sounded... strange. Distracted. Worried.
"I need to talk to you." That was all he'd said. And instead of talking, he'd just told him he'd be over. Marcus had sent Hector on an errand. Scott didn't want anyone else eavesdropping on this, apparently, which meant it must be serious. Since they'd started dating, Scott had always made sure to include Hector with everything. And he did mean, everything.
So whatever this was, it was serious.
So he sat. And waited. A glass of tea cooling on his coffee table, untouched. And a headache that he'd had since the hospital still refusing to leave his skull.
He had a feeling this visit wasn't going to help in the slightest.
Wednesday, September 3, 20XX
Greenwich Hospital, New York City, NY
Marcus Trent Tanner tried and failed to open his eyes.
It wasn't his fault, really. Between the blinding fluorescent lights, his headache, and the burning sensation that crawled across seemingly every inch of his skin, he'd be hard-pressed to twitch a toe, much less do anything more. He groaned, barely noticing a steady beep... beep... beep... in the background, getting slightly faster as he started to stir.
He didn't know what it was yet. He didn't know much of anything in the moment. Just pain, and exhaustion, and his name. He shifted slightly, and winced. Bad move. His skin screamed like he'd had a close encounter with a belt sander. Very close, and very thorough.
Beep. Beep. Beep. It was getting faster. And louder? Or was he just listening to it more?
There were other sounds, other sensations, too. Something dripping steadily, slower than the beep. Some kind of deeper, penetrating pain in his right hand. Something cold flowing from that pain. He felt it all. He felt too much. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sheets felt like sandpaper, the room smelled like a morgue. Too clean, too sterile. He writhed.
BeepBeepBeep.
He felt someone else enter before he heard them. He felt them move toward him. He felt something else enter his skin, his blood, his veins--
Beepbeepbeep beep beep beep... beep... beep...
...He felt nothing.
September 5th
Marcus resisted the urge to rub at his nose. He'd just had the tube extracted- an NG tube, they called it- a couple of hours ago, and he still felt raw, in his throat in particular. He tried to ignore the sensation as he let the doctor do his business.
He felt sorry for the staff. Marcus was only one of many people they were trying to keep alive.
They were referring to it as simply, "The Incident." Real original, though he couldn't come up with anything better. He remembered enough of it that he didn't want to remember more. A normal Monday, a normal school day, and then a rumble. Then some creepy red gas that made him feel like he'd been pepper sprayed.
Within hours he was puking blood.
And now he was here.
The doctor sighed, shaking his head slightly. Marcus felt it, more than saw it. His senses were doing backflips ever since he woke up. He decided he was just gonna roll with it. He was better off than most. Hundreds had gotten sick. Most of those had died. The rest were spending their days like he was now, wishing they were dead. Doctors came and went, running like they were on fire, for every little thing that might turn into an emergency. Not just doctors, either. Men with masks, or even hazmat suits, if they were paranoid. Cops, suits, men-in-black, who knows, asking questions, expecting answers.
I wish I had more answers to give.
The doctor turned to address him. He seemed confused. Said something about how much better he was doing. Like he was surprised. Marcus was surprised, too. He didn't feel better. But then, he wasn't a doctor.
Said doctor said a few more things. Marcus gave a few more token responses, and the doctor left. Marcus didn't really notice. Or care. He was staring. Staring at his hands, like he could see through his skin. See down to the veins and bones and arteries, and see the squirming and writhing that he could feel just underneath the surface.
He didn't feel fine. He felt different. He felt strange.
But most of all, he felt worried. Worried that the ones he loved were feeling the exact same thing, or worse, that they weren't feeling anything at all anymore.
How far did this thing spread? ...Hector. Scott. Even... even Dad... I hope you guys are all right...
He fell back against his pillows, resisted the urge to claw at his sensitivities again, and tried and failed to get his mind off of everything and sleep.
He was far from the only one in the hospital who would do so.
September 7th
He'd been allowed to come home yesterday. No infection. No lingering issues. Aside from the fact that he apparently left the hospital healthier than before he'd been affected. He'd apparently even gained muscle mass, of all things. His doctor had been baffled, but too relieved that he hadn't been another corpse. He'd left the hospital without much incident after that.
Hector had met him at the door of their apartment. They'd almost bowled each other over in their enthusiasm. Hector had cried as he kissed him. Marcus cried, too. He was okay. They were both okay.
He'd called Scott as soon as he could get a charge on his phone. Scott was also alive, thankfully. But he'd sounded... strange. Distracted. Worried.
"I need to talk to you." That was all he'd said. And instead of talking, he'd just told him he'd be over. Marcus had sent Hector on an errand. Scott didn't want anyone else eavesdropping on this, apparently, which meant it must be serious. Since they'd started dating, Scott had always made sure to include Hector with everything. And he did mean, everything.
So whatever this was, it was serious.
So he sat. And waited. A glass of tea cooling on his coffee table, untouched. And a headache that he'd had since the hospital still refusing to leave his skull.
He had a feeling this visit wasn't going to help in the slightest.
ROLL CALL!
EnterTheHero (GM)- Marcus Trent Tanner/Wolf Spider
tobiax (GM)- Scott Yi/Strand
DC The Dragon- Alexander "Xander" Lee/Tarantula
DC The Dragon- Raymond Davis/Anansi
sassy1085- Kim Agbayani/Neon Spider
Akayaofthemoon (GM)- Reyna Rowe/Arachne
AmpharosBoy- Lindy Audrum/Spider Cricket
AmpharosBoy- Adelbert "Von" Hardt/Lehre-Spinne
Cio- Noelle Ripley Hayes/Diving Spider
Zoey White- Clara Cabello
BurningDaisies- Nalini Nortman
GamerXZ- Alan Walker
soren- Morgan Ward
soren- Merlyna Cromwell/Spider Witch
It’s September 1st, 20XX. The location is Earth-1919. Specifically, the New York City of Earth-1919. It’s a world that should look familiar to you. One very much like your own, where legends and superheroes exist only in movies and comic books.
But not for long.
A “gas attack” at Empire State University has turned into an epidemic. Hundreds, even thousands, are falling sick. Greenwich Village has been quarantined. Most of those infected will die.
You will not.
You have been chosen. By some freak chance, or destiny, you have survived. But not unchanged.
And you’re not the only one.
The world is about to get much bigger. Much stranger. Much more dangerous. And you’re going to be at the center of it all.
Are you a hero? A villain? A little of both? Up to you.
Only you can decide what kind of Spider-Man you’ll be.
Welcome to the Spider-Verse. It’s gonna be a wild ride.
Welcome, one and all, to Tales from the Spider-Verse!
Following a chemical attack on Empire State University- dubbed the "Recluse Incident," after the label on a strange device recovered at the scene- you and a choice few others will wake up exhibiting strange symptoms and abilities. Specifically, those of a Spider-Man. How will you react to your new powers? Where will you go, and what will you do? It's all up to you, but be careful; you're not the only one who was affected by the Incident. And some of them might not be so noble as you are...
But with all that out of the way, welcome, have fun, and enjoy your stay here in the Spider-Verse!
Spider-Discord can be found here.
This is a soft reboot, to help streamline things after a shaky start. Welcome back, my little Spiders~
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*starts copying CS*
Interesting...
*starts copying CS*
Interesting...
Given all of the shit I’ve been going through, I’m hereby ascending @Akayaofthemoon to the rank of co-GM. Let’s get this story written in a timely and interesting manner, shall we?
Sorry for the delay.
Sorry for the delay.
@soren ...Hm. Interesting idea. I mean, as you’ve probably seen, you don’t need to always stick to Spider Powers. But it’s not a bad idea by any stretch.
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