Post by InnerVenom123 on Jul 3, 2011 16:31:05 GMT -5
#4
Page 1
Big Image: Toxin (fully bulked out and out of control as his genetic mental breakdown has occurred), Anti-Venom, and the upper torso of Iron-Wrath are in a large, white room. Anti-Venom has Toxin pinned on the ground with multiple tendrils, and Toxin is just letting go of Iron-Wrath’s arm. Anti-Venom’s touch is burning at Toxin, even partially dissolving his purely-tendril formed right arm.
ANTI-VENOM: GRAWR!!!
TOXIN: GRAGGH!!
Page 2
Panel 1:
View from Toxin’s point of view, Anti-Venom glaring down at us and snarling.
ANTI-VENOM: HOLD STILL, DAMN YOU!!
Panel 2:
Side view of Toxin kicking Anti-Venom in the chest and sending him flying up and behind him.
SFX: WHAM
TOXIN: NNNNEVVVERRRR
ANTI-VENOM: GAH!!
CAPTION(Anti-Venom): He’s growing resistant to my touch somehow--
CAPTION(Anti-Venom): I have to end this quick.
Panel 3:
Show Anti-Venom getting up and looking off panel (toward Toxin).
ANTI-VENOM: Wait, where are we?
Panel 4:
Show Toxin stomping on Iron-Wrath’s corpse, crushing the armor beneath his feet. He has a devilish grin on his face and he’s snarling. Toxin doesn’t have any visible wounds from Anti-Venom and appears to be healing at an unprecendented rate compared to earlier.
SFX: CRRKKKHHHSSS
TOXIN: HHHHHOOME BASSSEEE.
Page 3
Panel 1:
Show Anti-Venom holding his hand out toward Toxin, his fingers forming to become tendrils and headed for Toxin.
ANTI-VENOM: Enough! First you, then the monsters in charge of this place--
Panel 2:
Pan back, show Anti-Venom’s outline as he’s teleported away. Toxin is looking up and off panel (at the ceiling and around the room).
TOXIN: GRRR…
Panel 3:
Show a large, chrome room. A sort of “danger room” for former Life Foundation trainees, one could assume. In the room is Orwell Taylor, our view is a big view of the room, and he’s standing in the middle.
Panel 4:
Close up on Anti-Venom as he ‘ports in in the same pose.
ANTI-VENOM: FOR HURTING JEN--
ANTI-VENOM: --na? (small text)
Page 4
Panel 1:
Show Orwell Taylor sitting in his wheelchair, holding a syringe up.
ORWELL: Hello, Brock.
Panel 2:
Same view, but pull back and show it from over Anti-Venom’s shoulder. He’s looking at Orwell accusingly.
ANTI-VENOM: TAYLOR!
ORWELL TAYLOR: In the flesh... what remains of it.
ORWELL TAYLOR: I trust my Supreme Jury has made your life a mess recently?
Panel 3:
Close up/front view of Anti-Venom as he grips his claws menacingly and glares off panel (toward us at Orwell)
ANTI-VENOM: You’re DAMN RIGHT THEY HAVE!!
ANTI-VENOM: Would YOUR SON have wanted this?! You should be retired somewhere! Resting comfortably--
Panel 4:
Extreme close up of Orwell’s hand on a dark green pistol.
(From off panel) ORWELL TAYLOR: Brock, please.
Panel 5:
Show a front view Orwell holding the odd dark green pistol and pointing it off panel at Anti-Venom.
ORWELL: Shut up.
Panel 6:
Extreme close up of the gun which fires.
SFX: BLAM
Page 5
Panel 1:
Give a side view of the standoff. Anti-Venom is buckled down to his knees, gripping his chest.
ANTI-VENOM: ARRGGH!!
Panel 2:
Show a close up of Orwell’s face, smiling, filled with vengeful joy.
ORWELL TAYLOR: Iron-Wrath’s plasma cannon had a super-venom buckshot. We had crystalized super-venom loaded into it and bits would fire out at you with each shot. We thought that through. ORWELL TAYLOR: You think I didn’t make other super-venom weapons to defend myself with, should it come to this? You thought I doubted YOUR capacity for vengeance?
ORWELL TAYLOR: You shouldn’t have doubted MINE.
Panel 3:
Show Anti-Venom with one hand on the ground, another on his chest (green and white fluid is dripping from his chest, and it should continue along with leaving a mark on his chest until specified).
ANTI-VENOM: Where… where did you get all this super-venom…. Osborn only made enough for one large dose…
(From off panel) ORWELL TAYLOR: I made more of it.
(from off panel) ORWELL TAYLOR: All I had to do was make a deal with a Chinatown crimelord for the compound, which he possessed in spades.
Panel 4:
Extreme close up of Anti-Venom’s widened eyes.
ANTI-VENOM: Mr. Negative?!
(From off panel) ORWELL TAYLOR: The one and only.
Page 6
Panel 1:
Close up on Orwell, he looks at the syringe.
ORWELL TAYLOR: Brock, I wonder, what’s the most you can take?
(From off panel) ANTI-VENOM: W-what?
Panel 2:
Close up of Orwell’s face.
ORWELL TAYLOR: What can kill you? You’ve gotten so much stronger….
Panel 3:
Pan up and show Orwell looking at his legs in the wheelchair, still holding the syringe.
ORWELL TAYLOR: While I, the one who should have put you down years ago..
ORWELL TAYLOR: I’ve grown weaker. Pathetic. Old.
Panel 4:
Show Orwell holding a tiny vial and putting the needle of the syringe inside. The material inside the vial is pure black. All of the black liquid goes into the syringe.
ORWELL TAYLOR: But that won’t stop me anymore.
Page 7
Panel 1:
Pan out and behind Orwell, so we can see him injecting himself with the vial and see Anti-Venom looking up, a bit surprised and questioningly.
ORWELL TAYLOR: When Blademaster came back after killing The Hybrid symbiote and mauling Toxin, he was covered in microscopic symbiotic samples.
ORWELL TAYLOR: Mr. Z took those samples while you were busy with Death Machine, and compounded them.
ORWELL TAYLOR: Originally, I thought it a last resort, and that when the team finished you, I would just incinerate the samples… but that didn’t work out, now did it?
ANTI-VENOM: No… (Small text)
Panel 2:
Close up of Orwell’s arm, the veins are starting to turn black.
(From off panel) ORWELL TAYLOR: YES!
Panel 3:
Show a close profile view of Anti-Venom, growling with clenched teeth – a tendril is rushing out from his shoulder and toward off panel (Orwell).
ANTI-VENOM: I WON’T LET YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF!
ANTI-VENOM: You’re MY responsibility!
Page 8
BIG IMAGE:
Orwell sitting up with an excited laughing face (as if he was shouting “HA!” in a mocking tone). His arm is now covered in black, and has formed claws. The claws have grabbed Anti-Venom’s tendril, and he’s yanking it back slightly and its having no visible negative effect on him.
ORWELL TAYLOR: Don’t DELUDE yourself into thinking you’re some kind of HEROIC FIGURE. You’re NOT. You’re NOTHING, BROCK.
Page 9
Panel 1:
Extreme close up of Taylor’s eye. There is blackness spreading over the white of his eyes, the pupil is already covered. It’s spreading like an ink stain.
ORWELL TAYLOR: You’re NOTHING!!!
Panel 2:
Extreme close up on Orwell’s legs, covered in the black symbiotic form.
ORWELL TAYLOR: NOTHING BUT A MONSTER!!!
(Orwell’s human speech bubble is starting to change to a more alien one like the symbiotes)
Panel 3:
Pan back to show Orwell standing from his wheelchair. His body has bulked up to be twice his original frame, and he’s gotten taller. Tendrils from his body flail around. Taylor has basically become Venom, but without any logos and just a set of white eye-like patches (for when we see a front view of him). Show Anti-Venom in the background abit, starting to stand up and shocked at this development. Orwell still has Anti’s tendril in his grip, and he’s starting to pull back even more.
ORWELL TAYLOR: JUST LIKE USSS!!
ORWELL TAYLOR: IN FACT, CALL US MONSTER FROM NOW ON!!!
ANTI-VENOM: This can’t be happening…
Page 4:
Extreme close up of Monster’s face. His symbiotic eyes scrunched up in anger.
MONSTER: Oh, but it can!
Page 10
Panel 1:
Show Monster spinning Anti-Venom around the large room by the one tendril he has in his grip with both hands. Anti’s in the part of being spun that puts him further in the background.
ANTI-VENOM: MY TOUCH SHOULD BE--
Panel 2:
The same shot, except now Monster’s turned a bit and Anti-Venom is in the part of the circle of being spun that brings him closer to the foreground (us).
MONSTER: HAHAHAHAA!!
ANTI-VENOM: WIPING OUT THAT PARASITIC CONCOCTION--
Panel 3:
Give a front view of Monster letting go of the tendril, sending Anti-Venom flying to the left and off panel.
MONSTER: OH, didn’t we mention?
MONSTER: MISSSTER Z WAS SO NICE AS TO CHEMICALLY BOND SUPER-VENOM TO THE SAMPLES!
Panel 4:
Show Anti-Venom slammed into the wall, looking up down at the tendril, which is now mostly dissolved and goop on the floor.
ANTI-VENOM: And the Super-Venom compound only serves to enhance your strength, on top of it all…
Panel 5:
Show Monster running toward Anti-Venom. Monster’s tongue flies out to the side along with globs of disgusting drool.
MONSTER: EXACTLY!
Page 11
Panel 1:
Show Monster tackling into the wall Anti-Venom was just perched against, but Anti-Venom is jumping over him to avoid being touched. Anti-Venom’s leaking wound on his chest has healed up at this point.
MONSTER: WEEE CAN SEE WHY YOU LOVED THAT ALIEN BEEEING SOOO--
ANTI-VENOM: YOU’RE INSANE!!
Panel 2:
Front view of Monster’s upperbody twisted around from the wall, he’s pointing his hand at off panel (toward us) and his fingers are becoming tendrils and shooting out off panel (toward us).
MONSTER: LLLOOOK WHO’S TAALKING!!!
Page 12
Panel 1:
Show Toxin viciously eating Iron-Wrath’s arm, having long ripped off the armor from the corpse.
SFX: CHRK CHRK CHRK (Toxin eating the arm)
CAPTION(Pat): Someone help me… please….
CAPTION(Pat): I can’t move. I feel everything it feels.
CAPTION(Pat): And—And I LOVE EVERY SECOND OF IT.
CAPTION(Pat): FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!
CAPTION(Toxin Symbiote): Eat eat eat eat eat.
Panel 2:
Pan out and show Toxin in the entire white room.
CAPTION(Pat): I’m never going to see Gina again.
CAPTION(Pat): Oh God.
CAPTION(Toxin Symbiote): Eat eat eat eat eat.
Panel 3:
Show a door slide open in the white room.
CAPTION(Pat): What?
(From off panel) TOXIN: Grrr?
Panel 4:
Mr. Z stands in the doorway, armed with Blademaster’s sonic sword.
Mr. Z: Toxin.
Mr. Z: You’re a priority target.
Page 13
Panel 1:
Pan out to show a side view of the standoff. Toxin has dropped Vladimir’s arm (now mutilated to the point of looking like a red piece of pulp), and is standing in a stance as if he’s going to charge at Mr. Z. Mr. Z is coldly standing his ground.
TOXIN: Grrrwwwrrrr…..
CAPTION(Pat): Oh, no. No no.
CAPTION(Toxin Symbiote): Kkkkkkiiilllll…..
Panel 2:
Panel 3:
Give a front view of Toxin. His right arm has shifted form into a large green blob, with a mouth and a jaw that is open. The symbiote is taking advantage of the fact that Pat doesn’t have an arm there and is forming an entire new mouth and set of teeth. While his left arm has shifted into an axe (ala Carnage). Toxin’s mouth is open and his disgusting green tongue is hanging out.
TOXIN: KKKKkkkkiiiiillll….
Panel 4:
Back to the standoff/side view, show Mr. Z running at Toxin with the sword shoved out, like he plans to impale Toxin through the chest and finish him then and there. Show Toxin’s arm-mouth expanding rapidly, opening wider and wider.
MR. Z: Interesting trick!
Page 14
Panel 1:
Continue the standoff/side view, with Toxin’s arm-mouth now the size of Mr. Z, opening its jaws wide open and getting in the way of Mr. Z, so it appears Mr. Z is running right into it. Mr. Z’s expression never changes.
MR. Z: Let’s test its limits!
TOXIN: KKKKkkkkkiiiiiIIIIIIiiiiLLLLLllllllLLL….
Panel 2:
Show an over the shoulder shot from behind Toxin, Toxin’s mouth-arm has basically transformed into a Mr. Z sized blob and is holding him down. We can see the sword jutting out through the top, as Mr. Z tries in vain to stab and stab. We can see Toxin jutting his axe-arm forward, toward the trapped Mr. Z.
TOXIN: RAWRR!!
MR. Z: @#%#%! (Small text)
Panel 3:
Pan out and a bit above, so we can see that Toxin has shoved his axe-arm into the blob, and straight through it. The sword is not poking out of any visible spot at this point.
SFX: SHHKK
TOXIN: GRAWH!!
Panel 4:
Close up on the blob of symbiotic goo, show Mr. Z running out from UNDER the axe-arm with the sword out, right at Toxin.
Page 15
BIG IMAGE:
Mr. Z stabbing Toxin in the abdomen with the sonic sword. Toxin’s blob-mouth-arm is reforming and becoming smaller behind Mr. Z in this shot.
MR. Z: HA!
TOXIN: GRRRRAWWWRRR!!!
CAPTION(Pat): Oh, please… let it be lethal….
Page 16
Panel 1:
Show from behind Mr. Z, the arm-mouth forming and “looking” at Mr. Z’s leg.
CAPTION(Pat): Wait… why can’t I feel any pain?
Panel 2:
Same view, but with Toxin’s arm-mouth snapping onto Mr. Z’s right leg (his right) with bloody results, crumpling his stance.
SFX: CHOMP
MR.Z: GAGGH!!!
TOXIN: HHUrrrtsSSS DOESSSN’TTT ITTTT??
CAPTION(Pat): NO! THE SOUND--
CAPTION(Pat): We’re IMMUNE to it now?!
Panel 3:
Pan out to show Toxin’s arm-mouth slamming Mr. Z’s body into the wall, denting the metallic structure badly. Mr. Z’s got an expression of great pain and is coughing up a bit of blood.
SFX: WHUD
MR. Z: GAHH!
TOXIN: GRAWWR!!!
Page 17
Panel 1:
Close up of Toxin’s chest, Toxin looking down at the sonic sword (his arm is going off panel and holding Mr. Z down).
TOXIN: SSswwworrrRRdddd…annoy….
CAPTION( Toxin Symbiote): Get rid of annoy get rid of annoy get rid of annoy
Panel 2:
Pan out to show Toxin having ripped the sword from his chest and snarling toward off panel (Mr. Z) and his arm still going off panel to hold Mr. Z down.
TOXIN: YOUUU TRY HURRRT USSS!!!!
Panel 3:
Show Mr. Z reaching into his front pocket.
MR.Z: Didn’t want… to do this…
(from off panel) TOXIN: NNNNNNOOWWW YYYYOUUU DDDDIIEEEE--
Page 18
Panel 1:
Close up on Mr. Z pressing a remote from his front pocket.
SFX: DEEK
MR. Z: S-sorry Orwell…
Page 19
BIG IMAGE:
Give a view of the entire teleportation room and on the ceiling, vents are being ripped apart as spider-robots climb in. Mr. Z is being held down by Toxin’s mouth-arm but still looking up at Toxin with a smug look. Toxin is looking up (or around) at the robots.
MR. Z: Toxin, meet the Death Machine prototypes…
Page 20
Panel 1:
Show from above, several dozen tiny versions of Death Machine land around Toxin and Mr. Z in a surrounding formation. Toxin is glaring at the entire horde as best he can, Mr. Z is smiling.
MR.Z: Have fun, you smug--
Panel 2:
Show Toxin’s mouth-arm form over Mr.Z’s head.
SFX: SHHWOOP
MR.Z: MMMFFFHH(small text)
Panel 3:
Show the jaws close around Mr.Z’s head and rip back, blood spurting out.
SFX: CHHKKSS
(From off panel) TOXIN: GRAWH!
Page 21
BIG IMAGE:
Show a front view of Toxin glaring at the horde that is now rushing at him with blender-mouths similar to Death Machine’s actual form. Toxin’s mouth-arm is rushing toward us, and his Axe-arm is slicing to the left.
TOXIN: RRAWWRRR!!!
CAPTION(Pat): I’m going to die down here.
Page 22
BIG IMAGE:
Anti-Venom being thrown out from a large door and into an even larger laboratory room (the same room where the scientists and Death Machine were earlier).
(From off panel) MONSTER: KILLED MY SON--
Page 23
BIG IMAGE:
MONSTER walks out from the room, snarling and gripping the door.
MONSTER: NNNOOOWWW BROCK, IT ENDSS!!!
~To Be Continued~
(NO PROFIT MADE - SOME CHARACTERS ARE OF MY OWN INVENTION)
Page 1
Big Image: Toxin (fully bulked out and out of control as his genetic mental breakdown has occurred), Anti-Venom, and the upper torso of Iron-Wrath are in a large, white room. Anti-Venom has Toxin pinned on the ground with multiple tendrils, and Toxin is just letting go of Iron-Wrath’s arm. Anti-Venom’s touch is burning at Toxin, even partially dissolving his purely-tendril formed right arm.
ANTI-VENOM: GRAWR!!!
TOXIN: GRAGGH!!
Page 2
Panel 1:
View from Toxin’s point of view, Anti-Venom glaring down at us and snarling.
ANTI-VENOM: HOLD STILL, DAMN YOU!!
Panel 2:
Side view of Toxin kicking Anti-Venom in the chest and sending him flying up and behind him.
SFX: WHAM
TOXIN: NNNNEVVVERRRR
ANTI-VENOM: GAH!!
CAPTION(Anti-Venom): He’s growing resistant to my touch somehow--
CAPTION(Anti-Venom): I have to end this quick.
Panel 3:
Show Anti-Venom getting up and looking off panel (toward Toxin).
ANTI-VENOM: Wait, where are we?
Panel 4:
Show Toxin stomping on Iron-Wrath’s corpse, crushing the armor beneath his feet. He has a devilish grin on his face and he’s snarling. Toxin doesn’t have any visible wounds from Anti-Venom and appears to be healing at an unprecendented rate compared to earlier.
SFX: CRRKKKHHHSSS
TOXIN: HHHHHOOME BASSSEEE.
Page 3
Panel 1:
Show Anti-Venom holding his hand out toward Toxin, his fingers forming to become tendrils and headed for Toxin.
ANTI-VENOM: Enough! First you, then the monsters in charge of this place--
Panel 2:
Pan back, show Anti-Venom’s outline as he’s teleported away. Toxin is looking up and off panel (at the ceiling and around the room).
TOXIN: GRRR…
Panel 3:
Show a large, chrome room. A sort of “danger room” for former Life Foundation trainees, one could assume. In the room is Orwell Taylor, our view is a big view of the room, and he’s standing in the middle.
Panel 4:
Close up on Anti-Venom as he ‘ports in in the same pose.
ANTI-VENOM: FOR HURTING JEN--
ANTI-VENOM: --na? (small text)
Page 4
Panel 1:
Show Orwell Taylor sitting in his wheelchair, holding a syringe up.
ORWELL: Hello, Brock.
Panel 2:
Same view, but pull back and show it from over Anti-Venom’s shoulder. He’s looking at Orwell accusingly.
ANTI-VENOM: TAYLOR!
ORWELL TAYLOR: In the flesh... what remains of it.
ORWELL TAYLOR: I trust my Supreme Jury has made your life a mess recently?
Panel 3:
Close up/front view of Anti-Venom as he grips his claws menacingly and glares off panel (toward us at Orwell)
ANTI-VENOM: You’re DAMN RIGHT THEY HAVE!!
ANTI-VENOM: Would YOUR SON have wanted this?! You should be retired somewhere! Resting comfortably--
Panel 4:
Extreme close up of Orwell’s hand on a dark green pistol.
(From off panel) ORWELL TAYLOR: Brock, please.
Panel 5:
Show a front view Orwell holding the odd dark green pistol and pointing it off panel at Anti-Venom.
ORWELL: Shut up.
Panel 6:
Extreme close up of the gun which fires.
SFX: BLAM
Page 5
Panel 1:
Give a side view of the standoff. Anti-Venom is buckled down to his knees, gripping his chest.
ANTI-VENOM: ARRGGH!!
Panel 2:
Show a close up of Orwell’s face, smiling, filled with vengeful joy.
ORWELL TAYLOR: Iron-Wrath’s plasma cannon had a super-venom buckshot. We had crystalized super-venom loaded into it and bits would fire out at you with each shot. We thought that through. ORWELL TAYLOR: You think I didn’t make other super-venom weapons to defend myself with, should it come to this? You thought I doubted YOUR capacity for vengeance?
ORWELL TAYLOR: You shouldn’t have doubted MINE.
Panel 3:
Show Anti-Venom with one hand on the ground, another on his chest (green and white fluid is dripping from his chest, and it should continue along with leaving a mark on his chest until specified).
ANTI-VENOM: Where… where did you get all this super-venom…. Osborn only made enough for one large dose…
(From off panel) ORWELL TAYLOR: I made more of it.
(from off panel) ORWELL TAYLOR: All I had to do was make a deal with a Chinatown crimelord for the compound, which he possessed in spades.
Panel 4:
Extreme close up of Anti-Venom’s widened eyes.
ANTI-VENOM: Mr. Negative?!
(From off panel) ORWELL TAYLOR: The one and only.
Page 6
Panel 1:
Close up on Orwell, he looks at the syringe.
ORWELL TAYLOR: Brock, I wonder, what’s the most you can take?
(From off panel) ANTI-VENOM: W-what?
Panel 2:
Close up of Orwell’s face.
ORWELL TAYLOR: What can kill you? You’ve gotten so much stronger….
Panel 3:
Pan up and show Orwell looking at his legs in the wheelchair, still holding the syringe.
ORWELL TAYLOR: While I, the one who should have put you down years ago..
ORWELL TAYLOR: I’ve grown weaker. Pathetic. Old.
Panel 4:
Show Orwell holding a tiny vial and putting the needle of the syringe inside. The material inside the vial is pure black. All of the black liquid goes into the syringe.
ORWELL TAYLOR: But that won’t stop me anymore.
Page 7
Panel 1:
Pan out and behind Orwell, so we can see him injecting himself with the vial and see Anti-Venom looking up, a bit surprised and questioningly.
ORWELL TAYLOR: When Blademaster came back after killing The Hybrid symbiote and mauling Toxin, he was covered in microscopic symbiotic samples.
ORWELL TAYLOR: Mr. Z took those samples while you were busy with Death Machine, and compounded them.
ORWELL TAYLOR: Originally, I thought it a last resort, and that when the team finished you, I would just incinerate the samples… but that didn’t work out, now did it?
ANTI-VENOM: No… (Small text)
Panel 2:
Close up of Orwell’s arm, the veins are starting to turn black.
(From off panel) ORWELL TAYLOR: YES!
Panel 3:
Show a close profile view of Anti-Venom, growling with clenched teeth – a tendril is rushing out from his shoulder and toward off panel (Orwell).
ANTI-VENOM: I WON’T LET YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF!
ANTI-VENOM: You’re MY responsibility!
Page 8
BIG IMAGE:
Orwell sitting up with an excited laughing face (as if he was shouting “HA!” in a mocking tone). His arm is now covered in black, and has formed claws. The claws have grabbed Anti-Venom’s tendril, and he’s yanking it back slightly and its having no visible negative effect on him.
ORWELL TAYLOR: Don’t DELUDE yourself into thinking you’re some kind of HEROIC FIGURE. You’re NOT. You’re NOTHING, BROCK.
Page 9
Panel 1:
Extreme close up of Taylor’s eye. There is blackness spreading over the white of his eyes, the pupil is already covered. It’s spreading like an ink stain.
ORWELL TAYLOR: You’re NOTHING!!!
Panel 2:
Extreme close up on Orwell’s legs, covered in the black symbiotic form.
ORWELL TAYLOR: NOTHING BUT A MONSTER!!!
(Orwell’s human speech bubble is starting to change to a more alien one like the symbiotes)
Panel 3:
Pan back to show Orwell standing from his wheelchair. His body has bulked up to be twice his original frame, and he’s gotten taller. Tendrils from his body flail around. Taylor has basically become Venom, but without any logos and just a set of white eye-like patches (for when we see a front view of him). Show Anti-Venom in the background abit, starting to stand up and shocked at this development. Orwell still has Anti’s tendril in his grip, and he’s starting to pull back even more.
ORWELL TAYLOR: JUST LIKE USSS!!
ORWELL TAYLOR: IN FACT, CALL US MONSTER FROM NOW ON!!!
ANTI-VENOM: This can’t be happening…
Page 4:
Extreme close up of Monster’s face. His symbiotic eyes scrunched up in anger.
MONSTER: Oh, but it can!
Page 10
Panel 1:
Show Monster spinning Anti-Venom around the large room by the one tendril he has in his grip with both hands. Anti’s in the part of being spun that puts him further in the background.
ANTI-VENOM: MY TOUCH SHOULD BE--
Panel 2:
The same shot, except now Monster’s turned a bit and Anti-Venom is in the part of the circle of being spun that brings him closer to the foreground (us).
MONSTER: HAHAHAHAA!!
ANTI-VENOM: WIPING OUT THAT PARASITIC CONCOCTION--
Panel 3:
Give a front view of Monster letting go of the tendril, sending Anti-Venom flying to the left and off panel.
MONSTER: OH, didn’t we mention?
MONSTER: MISSSTER Z WAS SO NICE AS TO CHEMICALLY BOND SUPER-VENOM TO THE SAMPLES!
Panel 4:
Show Anti-Venom slammed into the wall, looking up down at the tendril, which is now mostly dissolved and goop on the floor.
ANTI-VENOM: And the Super-Venom compound only serves to enhance your strength, on top of it all…
Panel 5:
Show Monster running toward Anti-Venom. Monster’s tongue flies out to the side along with globs of disgusting drool.
MONSTER: EXACTLY!
Page 11
Panel 1:
Show Monster tackling into the wall Anti-Venom was just perched against, but Anti-Venom is jumping over him to avoid being touched. Anti-Venom’s leaking wound on his chest has healed up at this point.
MONSTER: WEEE CAN SEE WHY YOU LOVED THAT ALIEN BEEEING SOOO--
ANTI-VENOM: YOU’RE INSANE!!
Panel 2:
Front view of Monster’s upperbody twisted around from the wall, he’s pointing his hand at off panel (toward us) and his fingers are becoming tendrils and shooting out off panel (toward us).
MONSTER: LLLOOOK WHO’S TAALKING!!!
Page 12
Panel 1:
Show Toxin viciously eating Iron-Wrath’s arm, having long ripped off the armor from the corpse.
SFX: CHRK CHRK CHRK (Toxin eating the arm)
CAPTION(Pat): Someone help me… please….
CAPTION(Pat): I can’t move. I feel everything it feels.
CAPTION(Pat): And—And I LOVE EVERY SECOND OF IT.
CAPTION(Pat): FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!
CAPTION(Toxin Symbiote): Eat eat eat eat eat.
Panel 2:
Pan out and show Toxin in the entire white room.
CAPTION(Pat): I’m never going to see Gina again.
CAPTION(Pat): Oh God.
CAPTION(Toxin Symbiote): Eat eat eat eat eat.
Panel 3:
Show a door slide open in the white room.
CAPTION(Pat): What?
(From off panel) TOXIN: Grrr?
Panel 4:
Mr. Z stands in the doorway, armed with Blademaster’s sonic sword.
Mr. Z: Toxin.
Mr. Z: You’re a priority target.
Page 13
Panel 1:
Pan out to show a side view of the standoff. Toxin has dropped Vladimir’s arm (now mutilated to the point of looking like a red piece of pulp), and is standing in a stance as if he’s going to charge at Mr. Z. Mr. Z is coldly standing his ground.
TOXIN: Grrrwwwrrrr…..
CAPTION(Pat): Oh, no. No no.
CAPTION(Toxin Symbiote): Kkkkkkiiilllll…..
Panel 2:
Panel 3:
Give a front view of Toxin. His right arm has shifted form into a large green blob, with a mouth and a jaw that is open. The symbiote is taking advantage of the fact that Pat doesn’t have an arm there and is forming an entire new mouth and set of teeth. While his left arm has shifted into an axe (ala Carnage). Toxin’s mouth is open and his disgusting green tongue is hanging out.
TOXIN: KKKKkkkkiiiiillll….
Panel 4:
Back to the standoff/side view, show Mr. Z running at Toxin with the sword shoved out, like he plans to impale Toxin through the chest and finish him then and there. Show Toxin’s arm-mouth expanding rapidly, opening wider and wider.
MR. Z: Interesting trick!
Page 14
Panel 1:
Continue the standoff/side view, with Toxin’s arm-mouth now the size of Mr. Z, opening its jaws wide open and getting in the way of Mr. Z, so it appears Mr. Z is running right into it. Mr. Z’s expression never changes.
MR. Z: Let’s test its limits!
TOXIN: KKKKkkkkkiiiiiIIIIIIiiiiLLLLLllllllLLL….
Panel 2:
Show an over the shoulder shot from behind Toxin, Toxin’s mouth-arm has basically transformed into a Mr. Z sized blob and is holding him down. We can see the sword jutting out through the top, as Mr. Z tries in vain to stab and stab. We can see Toxin jutting his axe-arm forward, toward the trapped Mr. Z.
TOXIN: RAWRR!!
MR. Z: @#%#%! (Small text)
Panel 3:
Pan out and a bit above, so we can see that Toxin has shoved his axe-arm into the blob, and straight through it. The sword is not poking out of any visible spot at this point.
SFX: SHHKK
TOXIN: GRAWH!!
Panel 4:
Close up on the blob of symbiotic goo, show Mr. Z running out from UNDER the axe-arm with the sword out, right at Toxin.
Page 15
BIG IMAGE:
Mr. Z stabbing Toxin in the abdomen with the sonic sword. Toxin’s blob-mouth-arm is reforming and becoming smaller behind Mr. Z in this shot.
MR. Z: HA!
TOXIN: GRRRRAWWWRRR!!!
CAPTION(Pat): Oh, please… let it be lethal….
Page 16
Panel 1:
Show from behind Mr. Z, the arm-mouth forming and “looking” at Mr. Z’s leg.
CAPTION(Pat): Wait… why can’t I feel any pain?
Panel 2:
Same view, but with Toxin’s arm-mouth snapping onto Mr. Z’s right leg (his right) with bloody results, crumpling his stance.
SFX: CHOMP
MR.Z: GAGGH!!!
TOXIN: HHUrrrtsSSS DOESSSN’TTT ITTTT??
CAPTION(Pat): NO! THE SOUND--
CAPTION(Pat): We’re IMMUNE to it now?!
Panel 3:
Pan out to show Toxin’s arm-mouth slamming Mr. Z’s body into the wall, denting the metallic structure badly. Mr. Z’s got an expression of great pain and is coughing up a bit of blood.
SFX: WHUD
MR. Z: GAHH!
TOXIN: GRAWWR!!!
Page 17
Panel 1:
Close up of Toxin’s chest, Toxin looking down at the sonic sword (his arm is going off panel and holding Mr. Z down).
TOXIN: SSswwworrrRRdddd…annoy….
CAPTION( Toxin Symbiote): Get rid of annoy get rid of annoy get rid of annoy
Panel 2:
Pan out to show Toxin having ripped the sword from his chest and snarling toward off panel (Mr. Z) and his arm still going off panel to hold Mr. Z down.
TOXIN: YOUUU TRY HURRRT USSS!!!!
Panel 3:
Show Mr. Z reaching into his front pocket.
MR.Z: Didn’t want… to do this…
(from off panel) TOXIN: NNNNNNOOWWW YYYYOUUU DDDDIIEEEE--
Page 18
Panel 1:
Close up on Mr. Z pressing a remote from his front pocket.
SFX: DEEK
MR. Z: S-sorry Orwell…
Page 19
BIG IMAGE:
Give a view of the entire teleportation room and on the ceiling, vents are being ripped apart as spider-robots climb in. Mr. Z is being held down by Toxin’s mouth-arm but still looking up at Toxin with a smug look. Toxin is looking up (or around) at the robots.
MR. Z: Toxin, meet the Death Machine prototypes…
Page 20
Panel 1:
Show from above, several dozen tiny versions of Death Machine land around Toxin and Mr. Z in a surrounding formation. Toxin is glaring at the entire horde as best he can, Mr. Z is smiling.
MR.Z: Have fun, you smug--
Panel 2:
Show Toxin’s mouth-arm form over Mr.Z’s head.
SFX: SHHWOOP
MR.Z: MMMFFFHH(small text)
Panel 3:
Show the jaws close around Mr.Z’s head and rip back, blood spurting out.
SFX: CHHKKSS
(From off panel) TOXIN: GRAWH!
Page 21
BIG IMAGE:
Show a front view of Toxin glaring at the horde that is now rushing at him with blender-mouths similar to Death Machine’s actual form. Toxin’s mouth-arm is rushing toward us, and his Axe-arm is slicing to the left.
TOXIN: RRAWWRRR!!!
CAPTION(Pat): I’m going to die down here.
Page 22
BIG IMAGE:
Anti-Venom being thrown out from a large door and into an even larger laboratory room (the same room where the scientists and Death Machine were earlier).
(From off panel) MONSTER: KILLED MY SON--
Page 23
BIG IMAGE:
MONSTER walks out from the room, snarling and gripping the door.
MONSTER: NNNOOOWWW BROCK, IT ENDSS!!!
~To Be Continued~
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