Roderick's Thesaurus

A Story by Abishai100

A wily thinking antisocial nihilist and ex-designer seeks 'forms' for dispossession for a Western/American read of simple downs.

Roderick Kingsley fanfiction. Thanks for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of comics fanfiction contains images/references with no ties to Marvel and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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RODERICK: "Yes, I Roderick...I shall make my world turns for fashion silk and even sports gear and women's head-dress a new motive for absolute terror and bad news for American Homeland residents and artists and cast myself anew...and I'm now known as the Hobgoblin, mutated by that disastrous Oscorp-serum and now seeking social media Jabberwocky for leviathan/doubt (Facebook-like!)."

Friends, at first Roderick Kingsley, a respected/established Western designer, opted to make bad eco-capitalism terror with his masked bandit-work for Western banks, swapping bloody-gems with glass animals (toys!) with insurance-notes reading, "Halloween and Mardis-Gras now swapped with diamonds for the end of Robin Hood talk for eco-theater and insider-stunts of Hell."

However, this wasn't bad-enough, and Roderick then averted eye to the new serum exhibition of mutation-strength at the experimental Oscorp building and (accidentally!) ingested a mutation-potion that 'required' him to become something more than just a ninja-thief for terrorism...no, he now wanted to be an anti-capitalist 'wonder' man named Hobgoblin (wow).

RODERICK: Aha, a crayons-stick doodle in my visage for caped flight/Hell!

READER: Who are you?
RODERICK: Life's not just for thieves...but for pumpkin-bomb qualia, aha.

READER: You're psycho.

RODERICK: Facebook-like.

Roderick Kingsley, the 'Hobgoblin' from Hell, now kidnapped a football field goal cheering lady of the West ('Ezzy') and made her a city-hostage for bad news and whisked her away on his (homemade) jet-glider, screaming, "Catch me if you can!" Was this a new 'trend' for the poison of consumerism-life (for all)?

The Hobgoblin had become the new face of bad news for the West (American Homeland). Some even speculated he had some eye on 9/11 (damn). Who'd counter such anti-capitalism (for the Ego)? Everyone thought, at the very-least, Earth world required a new dictionary for the medicine of manmade shade for bureaucracy-arts (Facebook-like).