batkevin74

Could actually be a mashed origin...oh well

I am...The Watcher. In most universes, Sandman and Venom are two villains who plague Spider-Man. Each have put him through worlds of pain, and both have sought paths of redemption. But that was those universes, this one is different.

Flint Marko grew up in Queens, the only child of a dysfunctional family. Father hit then left, mother dove into the bottle. Flint realised life was hard from a young age. School was no better where Flint was bullied mercilessly but when puberty hit, it gave Flint a chance to hit back. Flint filled out and turned the tables on his tormentors, and then became the leader of gang that ran the school and also the neighbourhood. It was petty crime to start but soon escalated into car theft, robbery, assault, and drug dealing.

In high school, the football coach told Flint he’d never amount to anything and being a sixteen-year-old street hood, Flint hit him. The punch shocked the coach but not as much as the torrent of blows that followed sending the middle aged man into a coma. Flint would’ve possibly gotten away with it except he stole the man’s wallet and that landed him in jail when the police investigated.

Prison became a revolving door. Flint would get caught, serve his time, come out, then the cycle would repeat. Each time he’d get harder in both attitude and outlook. Flint was taken down during an armed robbery when he was again captured, and this time sent away for thirty-five years. The realization that he’d get out of prison when he was 60 made Flint desperate and he escaped Ryker’s Island in a daring escape.

On the run, Flint fled to Our Lady Of Saints Church in Alphabet City, throwing a man who was about to enter down the stairs and locking the door behind him. In other universes, this man was Eddie Brock who was about to change his entire life. In this one, he hangs himself due to the stress of being found out on faking a news story.

Inside Flint hid in the confessional booth and it was here that the scorned black alien suit of Spider-Man had fled after Peter had tried to kill it with the sound of the church's bells. The angry symbiote enveloped the criminal, and the pair bonded. The black ooze permeating every pore and fibre of Flint’s being, each learning intimately about each other as they transformed into one.

In this universe, Venom has no redeeming qualities and is a threat like Spider-Man has never faced

The Magic Ring

The trio of brave adventurers slowly entered the dustless room. Their torches made the shadows dance across the polished stone.

“I don’t like this at all,” commented Idewix, the half-elf wizard from Dozahl. “It feels like a trap.”

“You’ve said that about every room in this dungeon,” replied Aikeia as she waved her greatsword in front of her.

“Have I been wrong?” Idewix stated as he cast a Detect Magic spell into the room.

“You two should get married when we get out,” chuckled Paidun Parkleberry as he rolled a glass marble into the room. “You’re like my parents, always bickering, always drawing weapons on each other, madly in love.”

“I’d rather kiss a beholder,” Aikeia remarked as her face screwed up.

“I could conjure one for you?” Idewix suggested as he brushed the detection spell off his hand. “Nothing magical in here.”

“I could conjure one for you,” mocked Aikeia as she stepped into the room.

“STOP!” Paidun grabbed Aikeia’s loincloth and briefly held her back. “Look!”

The glass marble had rolled across the room and come to a stop against nothing.

“I thought you said there was nothing magical in there?” Aikeia asked the wizard who simply shrugged.

“Maybe it’s natural?”

Slowly the trio crossed the room, each watching their step and out for danger. Paidun got his marble and felt the invisible mass. “It feels metallic, like a wall or large cauldron.”

“Dragon?” Aikeia asked.

“It isn’t huffing, you know, moving like its alive,” Paidun said tapping it further,

“Breathing, the word you’re looking for is breathing,” Idewix said sarcastically before waving his hands, sparkles of arcane energy following his movements. What was once invisible became visible.

“It’s a box?”” Aiekeia said looking at it. “Isn’t it?”

Paidun ran his hand along it. “It’s like a ship or container, maybe. I’ve never seen anything like it. But that looks like a door.”

“I got this,” Aikeia sheathed her sword on her back and dug her thick battle hardened fingers into the seam. With some luck, and a lot of strength, the door hissed and was pried open. Pressurised air hissed out. Aikeia drew her sword and slowly stepped inside, followed by Paidun and then Idewix who cast a light spell into the air to iluminate the interior. It looked like something from an artificer’s lab. The walls had blinking lights going in random patterns, green words in a foreign language scrolled down another piece of glass. Cautiously they crept forward down the metal corridor that opened into a larger room made of glass, like an atrium but with banks of bookcase like structures with more lights and dials. A plush chair sat in the middle of the room with a figure slumped in it.

“Check for traps,” Idewix told Paidun as he gased around the room in wonder.

“Something isn’t right,” Aikeia grumbled. “What’s this...thing doing in the middle of a dungeon? What even is it?”

“It’s a....” Idewix tried to explain what it was, as they were often regarded as the smartest one due to his years of arcane study and extended life due to his half elven nature. “I honestly don’t know.”

“Anyone know of a blue skinned race?” Paidun dropped the lifeless hand. “He isn’t a triton, or a merfolk.”

“Recognise the insignia on his chest?” Aikeia asked.

“It looks like a green lantern,” Idewix remarked.

“Oooo this is pretty,” Paidun smiled as he held up the other lifeless hand. Sitting on the ring finger was a green ring that matched the insignia on the body. “He might’ve been royal because look at this sweet jade ring. Don’t mind if I...”

{Green Lantern Altin Ad'Ms deceased. Unknown quadrant. Scanning for acceptable replacement}

Idewiz threw up a Shield spell as the ring gibbered in a strange language, Paidun rolled for cover and Aikeia stepped forward and clobbered the now flying glowing jewellery with her greatsword. There was an almighty clang as the steel reverberated off the ring but no damage was done.

{Aikeia, daughter of Ihuqora & Hunghor, variant humanoid, unacceptable}The ring hovered in front of her face before darting over to Paidun. {Paidun Parkleberry, son of Hemma & Jeshun Parkleberry, halfling, unacceptable}The ring hovered over to Idewix. {Idewix of Elin Glen, son of Korewix of Elin Glen and Amanda of Gygax village, half-elven mix from this unknown quadrant...magical abilities, natural dark vision...acceptable}

A burst of green light bathed the wizard and suddenly he was dressed in a stylised Green Lantern uniform that blended his garb with the Corp uniform, the ring glowing upon his finger making him hover in the air inside a green energy field.

"Idewix!” Aikeia shouted. “Are you okay?”

“I think so? I’ve been chosen...I think,” Idewix admired his new attire. “For what I don’t really know.”

{Idewix of unknown quadrant, you are to report to Oa for further training}The ring spoke in a language all could understand then enveloped him in a green bubble.

“Now wait a minu....” And suddenly he shot up through the roof, barrelling through steel, dirt, and rock until he was gone.

“IDEWIX!”Aikeia screamed after him, but he was a green blur.

“What in Arneson’s Beard just happened?” shouted Paidun, then gripped Aikeia’s side as he saw several brains on legs, almost like dogs bound into the room followed by a gliding octopus headed creature. “INCOMING!!!”

~fin~

@firestarter1: You start us off, and a bunch of us will probably join, but we'll need a starting point

@cbishop:

I'd like to thank Iron Maiden, Metallica, the transposing of names, bordedom and of course the big man: Satan :)

@sundown89: Well done on doing great in two languages :) I struggle with English and its all I know

@sundown89: Now I don't mind swearing, but on the site you've gotta edit it to f^(%Ng or $#!t because there are rules and kids

Also this: one to slack my hunger....?? Maybe one to sate my hunger or quell my hunger, because slack doesn't really make sense.

Good work, keep going

@bravebold have a look around here :)

@bravebold: it's your contest, you have free reign on who, what, why, where, and when we write. Comic book characters are usually the standard, but if you look at the past contests, compiled nicely by @ficopedia and @cbishop, you'll see we've had Pokemon, Star Wars, Star Trek, historical as the basis for stories.

@bravebold: rack'em up lets go again!