Mac Gargan: Sky-Scraper

Sciences disaster yields a leviathan word and moves a journal-man to seek more heroics-adjective for American Homeland quarters.

A mini-epic Scorpion (Mac Gargan) characterization (Marvel Comics). Happy Thanksgiving! 

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I worked in Oscorp for some time and when the 'volunteer-man' was brought in for a special mutation and strength enhancement exercise for a new serum designed to complement the vigilante-work of the mysterious-hero Spider-Man with a new 'being' presentation for overground military operations, I was honestly excited. However, the volunteer, Mr. Mac Gargan, was mutated horribly into a leviathan-specter, whom we named Scorpion, for his abnormally unusual insect-man shape and poison-tail and venomous outlook/demeanor and sneer-transformation. Scorpion escaped from his Oscorp holding 'suite' of incomplete-distances readings to the unnatural qualia of manmade sciences; and I became his unnatural journal-man stalker. My name's Amlan Satan (Selfie-like).

SCORPION: I'm escalating up this manmade Babel Tower (skyscraper), fool.

ME: I'm your worst fan, Mac Gargan (ok).

SCORPION: Flash away with your smart-camera whilst I breathe in terror.

ME: You've become a terrorist and scraper...Spidey's coming for ya, Mac!

SCORPION: Dream on, with your foolish heart for building superstitions.

ME: I shall...I pity you, Mac Gargan (forever).

SCORPION: Right.

Scorpion (Mr. Mac Gargan) had become an evil sky-scraper, a dark-man, a stranger-form. I knew I had something to offer this crazy Earth, this American Homeland of incomplete-distances readings to the dark skies of manmade ugliness (damn). I wrote about Mac, took his photos, and even mailed some to Peter Parker, whom I suspected was (somehow?) linked with the mysterious-hero Spider-Man. Perhaps Spidey could do (with the Mac) what I had failed to do with my camera/quills. Maybe this would end up Facebook-like (for the Ego!).

PETER PARKER: Yeah, I might be tied with Spidey, the web-vigilante, pal!

ME: Good reading, Peter Parker...it's a dark skies age of terrorists, ok.

PETER PARKER: So, you converted from Oscorp journalism to freelance!

ME: Good readings, Peter Parker...I fear the worst for even Scorpion.

PETER PARKER: Unnatural consciousness creates unnatural frailties, sure!

ME: No football in the American Homeland with that sky-scraper around.

PETER PARKER: Spider-Man shall swoop-in and provide Scorpion-news!

ME: Thanx (Selfie-like).

I mailed Mr. Parker my special football-TV culture magic sweater, wishing him all the Earth luck he'd need to find Spider-Man and move him to great sky-soaring distance to find and negotiate (somehow) with the Scorpion (Mac). I thought about my boyhood years cheering for cleats and teams in uniform for field goals and wondered if Scorpion was like the AntiChrist, some simple messenger of capitalism's drumsticks frailty (damn).

GIRLFRIEND: I borrowed this classic white auto for cross-country focus.

ME: Cool ride, love...I guess we all want to escape the scrapes of the Mac.

GIRLFRIEND: Any news on where Scorpion lurks for Spidey's view, love?

ME: Dunno...I do know that Scorpion's journey may be one of death.

GIRLFRIEND: Let's just watch the Super Bowl on TV and forget Oscorp.

ME: Selfie-like.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)