Sweet Dreams
Blood.
It is the river of life. Not while it's coursing pointlessly through veins, but when it is a swirling pool at my feet. Clotting into a thick, steaming stew as it runs out of it's former vessel.
Cause that's the way the world of Carnage is kids, the ultimate freedom. The sheer joy of killing, snuffing out another life in order to revel in the absolute release that this simple act of violence can bring. The sound of breaking bones and blood splattering on the ground, gouting from a fatal wound.
Marvelous.
The first and only piece of information required to enter this way of life is simple. Law is an illusion. Rules are made up only to suppress the primitive urges that already exist within each and every one of us.
Welcome to Necropolis! City of death.
The perfect city. The streets are paved with blood, body parts and organs. There is always a hapless victim waiting to die in a bubbling explosion of entrails. Just open your eyes and see the way of Carnage.
Shall we take a stroll down Spider Alley. A back street in which Spider-man never dies. He just sits there while I can do whatever I wish to him. Hang him, disembowel him, cut off his head and eat his brain. The screams of his agony are music to my ears. Yet after all of the torture, he is always ready for more.
Glorious.
Or, should we visit Brock Plaza. The place were my dear old dad calls home. I bath in the pleasure of burning him at the stake. He and his symbiote writhing in anguish. And the best part, I can do it 24/7. His shrieks of wretchedness echo throughout my mind. Like a harmonized symphony attuned to malice that brings a smile to my face.
Spectacular.
And if you're into wholesale, free style massacre, there is only one stop for you. Civilian Slaughter Central. A place were a young serial killer can hone the skills necessary for the Carnage way of life. Hordes of victims are at my disposal. Young and old, big and small, male and female. Just dive right in and hack and slash your way through, creating a bloody path of destruction and mayhem. Blood staining your feet as you trudge through the sea of red, looking into the eyes of your victims as they perish. If you look closely, you can almost see their soul escape, desperate to escape the violence, the word "Carnage" on their lips.
Fabulous.
And now, mu personal favorite. The Carnage Museum, were every victim throughout my entire chaotic career is on display for all to see. Every quivering heap of flesh, every whimpering shred of weak, putrid humanity resides within. Reliving over and over their demise at my hands. An entire, massive, blood red building dedicated to me and my accomplishments. The horror on their faces is as vivid and any nightmare. A fantastical nightmare of slaughter, and when ever man, woman and child ceases to walk this earth, my task will be complete and I will swim in a sea of blood. Just try and stop me. Welcome to my world, it's time to play.
Carnage is coming for you.