Evan (911Bug911)
Toxin: Volume 1, Issue 0/App.
My name is Edward Brock. I’m not sure if anyone remembers who I am, but I used to be an investigative journalist for the Daily Globe. While I was a fairly popular fellow back then, I’m sure more know me as Venom. Yes, the “jacked” Spider-Man rip-off with the gnarled teeth. My days as a criminal are done, however. In fact, I make it a daily routine to repent. I’ve sinned more than most, but I believe in His mercy now that I have an understanding of my wrongdoing. Even then, I still try to give back what I’ve taken.
I’ve made it my duty to rid this planet of the parasitic creatures known as symbiotes. It’s been a meticulous process, but I’m nearing closure. Alas, my only weapon in this battle is one of the exoteric beings that I despise. However, I’ve grown fond of this individual. It possesses a sense of morality, given to it by a man named Patrick. In fact, I occasionally wonder which of us has the moral high ground. Plenty of my days were squandered by unwarranted hatred, resulting in events that I don’t care to divulge. Now I’m on the road to redemption, slowly attempting to repay my fellow citizens for the crimes I’ve committed. This is my story. This is our story.
Toxin: Hello? Anyone home?
Eddie: Oi, symbiote, don’t you know the least bit about stealth?
Toxin: Sorry, just trying to help.
Eddie: Enough talking, let’s get back to what we were doing.
Toxin: Ah, yes. Anyone home?
Eddie: Stop it already!
Toxin: Whoa man, I’m not even the one yelling. Stop being a hypocrite and get back to work.
I grumble, but he doesn’t care. This is what I deal with, day in, day out. I have to excuse him, though, seeing as he’s a mere child. As with humans, he questions anything and everything. It’s just a stage, I suppose.
Toxin: Hey, what’s that?
We fall to a balcony, chipping off a piece in the process. I manage to catch it, but there’s no time to replace it. We’re here because of a nasty rumor going around. Apparently there’s another..
Toxin: Oh no, not him.
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[Nexus] has been trying to convince me to do this for ages. I finally gave in, for some reason. Anyway, onto the character. I'm sure there will be a lot of competition since Toxin is so well-known. Except not at all.
If I did anything wrong, I blame [Nexus] since he told me what to do.
Toxin: Volume 1, Issue 0/App.
My name is Edward Brock. I’m not sure if anyone remembers who I am, but I used to be an investigative journalist for the Daily Globe. While I was a fairly popular fellow back then, I’m sure more know me as Venom. Yes, the “jacked” Spider-Man rip-off with the gnarled teeth. My days as a criminal are done, however. In fact, I make it a daily routine to repent. I’ve sinned more than most, but I believe in His mercy now that I have an understanding of my wrongdoing. Even then, I still try to give back what I’ve taken.
I’ve made it my duty to rid this planet of the parasitic creatures known as symbiotes. It’s been a meticulous process, but I’m nearing closure. Alas, my only weapon in this battle is one of the exoteric beings that I despise. However, I’ve grown fond of this individual. It possesses a sense of morality, given to it by a man named Patrick. In fact, I occasionally wonder which of us has the moral high ground. Plenty of my days were squandered by unwarranted hatred, resulting in events that I don’t care to divulge. Now I’m on the road to redemption, slowly attempting to repay my fellow citizens for the crimes I’ve committed. This is my story. This is our story.
Toxin: Hello? Anyone home?
Eddie: Oi, symbiote, don’t you know the least bit about stealth?
Toxin: Sorry, just trying to help.
Eddie: Enough talking, let’s get back to what we were doing.
Toxin: Ah, yes. Anyone home?
Eddie: Stop it already!
Toxin: Whoa man, I’m not even the one yelling. Stop being a hypocrite and get back to work.
I grumble, but he doesn’t care. This is what I deal with, day in, day out. I have to excuse him, though, seeing as he’s a mere child. As with humans, he questions anything and everything. It’s just a stage, I suppose.
Toxin: Hey, what’s that?
We fall to a balcony, chipping off a piece in the process. I manage to catch it, but there’s no time to replace it. We’re here because of a nasty rumor going around. Apparently there’s another..
Toxin: Oh no, not him.
----
[Nexus] has been trying to convince me to do this for ages. I finally gave in, for some reason. Anyway, onto the character. I'm sure there will be a lot of competition since Toxin is so well-known. Except not at all.
If I did anything wrong, I blame [Nexus] since he told me what to do.