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SPIDERMAN: HAVOC

A NEW SAGA

a rp discord sever . . .

[ATSV: FROM THE BEGINNING]

lets do this one last time. . .

“ YOU ONLY EMBRACE YOUR RIVAL TO STRANGLE THEM ”

MIGUEL O’HARA AND NIKOLAI KING, RIVALS FOR YEARS. WHEN BOTH IMPLEMENT A SCHOOL TO PRODUCE ONLY THE MOST ELITE WITH A JOB OF PROTECTING THE MULTIVERSE, THE COMPETITION GROWS BIGGER. . .

Two rival schools, one goal. Reaching for the crown and the domination of control for the future of the multiverse, elite students dripping in gold. For years Choate and Nueva have been at each other’s throats, willing to prove they’re better than each other. And it won’t stop this year.

Fall has rolled back around, and there’s been a shift in the competition. The rivalry’s grown stronger, waiting to boil over. Be prepared. Or get eaten alive.

Only, it’s not just rivalry to worry about this year. There’s something lurking. Beneath your feet, in the shadows. Ohnn. You’ll have to pay attention, or the world you know will turn to shreds.

Best of luck.

> 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥 ! ——

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> 𝟬𝟮. a thought out storyline / spider-man themed

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> 𝟬𝟱. ranges of different rp styles (with no one-liners.)

[yungjop]

yes. just yes.

SPIDER-MAN: HAVOC ! — BOOK 1 TO THE SPIDERVERSE SERIES TIMELINE: TAKES PLACE DURING THE MIDDLE OF ITSV. PAIRING: oc x earth 42 miles morales : where there will be a spider-man in earth-42.

— THE FIRST ACT

“FORTUNE FAVORS THE BRAVE, AND THOSE WHO DARES TO ACT DECISIVELY WILL CARVE THEIR NAMES IN HISTORY.”

ISSUE #100: PROLOGUE

Dr. Dante Bellmont hurriedly kicked off his shoes and tossed his keys into the tray before he hung his black coat up and loosened his tie. He didn’t bother greeting his two sons, engrossed in the Mortal Kombat game on the TV. He didn’t even bother embracing his wife, seemingly stressed while making dinner, but nonetheless flashed him a small smile, to which he didn’t give back. As usual, he’d ignored any attempts at conversation and gone straight down to the basement. It looked neglected—spider-webs in the corners, paint peeling off the walls, brown wooden stairs dusty—and the roof was on life support. His wife had scolded him plenty of times about it, but it wasn’t like he was going to fix it. He preferred it this way. It kept his children and his wife from being nosy.

Alchemax had turned him away plenty of times from the big projects, denying him as if his Ph.D. in engineering was ash. He’d become a research scientist, but not with the intention of being assigned chemistry projects as if he were still in elementary school. His job was becoming a pain in the ass; there was no denying that, and he still did everything in his power to find discoveries that would please his boss and to convince him that he was more valuable than sitting at a desk. He spent months trying to create something new—months of damage to his relationship with his family and with himself—and yet they shooed him away, yet doctors who didn’t have half a brain as him were front and center. He was far from a puppet; he’d be damned if he let someone determine how great he’d be. 

Dante had decided to put his charm to good use. He’d befriended one of the scientists, Dr. Tristian Ranod. Shared fake secrets, laughs, got drinks every once in a while. Truly, he was just playing pretend. He could never consider such a man a friend—there were no friends in his line of work, purely pawns in a chess game. He was the rising king fighting for checkmate. Tristian had just happened to blabber too much for his own good, and Dante liked that. He liked that Tristian didn’t know when to stop talking. Used it to his advantage.

Three days ago, he waited to get Tristian drunk at his home to spur information out of him and found out that he and a group of scientists at Alchemax were conducting research on genetically modified, radioactive spiders. Once he passed out, Dante ransacked his home until he found the spider. To what he would possess: a radioactive Sydney Funnel Web spider.

Maybe in another universe, Tristian wasn’t so stupid.

Once he reached the bottom of the steps, he approached the locked glass box in the corner of the room set on the wooden table, only to find it empty. He halted.

He took the most precautions to make sure the spider didn’t escape. He kept the box locked, kept a careful eye; the basement was locked when he wasn’t home.

“No, no,” he mumbles in a rushed panic, tearing everything apart in sight. Boxes, family heirlooms, portraits, and glass were all scattered and cracked on the ground. He couldn’t let this happen. He wouldn’t.

This was supposed to be his opportunity. His shot.

“Damnit!” He screamed. Slamming his hands on the table. If this spider rose in the wrong hands and got even close to biting someone who wasn’t prepared—

He refused to finish the thought.

The spider had to be dead. That was the safe way of thinking.

How safe could it be?