The last thing Otto Octavius remembered from home is his own death; and his primary feeling about it is humiliation, but also a profound sense of loss. He had, for a brief while, been happy. A woman loved him. He'd saved his greatest enemy from the brink of death, certain that their confrontations would continue to challenge and excite him forever.
And then it ended, and he woke up here.
He's far too intelligent to go on a violent, rage-filled rampage, though it's tempting. Instead he mourns his own death, and he explores this alternate Earth carefully. It's not the time for action, it's a time for planning.
Anywhere, you may see a man in sunglasses in a pure white suit with a black undershirt, with four twenty-feet long metal tentacles lifting him off the ground and carrying him around the city.
Watch out, as one of the tentacles might narrowly miss you. ]
02. De Chima
[ Disgusting.
Otto smiles as he answers the questions that the rabble of ill-informed, media-hungry locals ask about his arms. He needs to play the game. They don't know his background, they don't immediately paint him with the misconception that is the word "villain", as far as they're concerned he's merely a celebrity with a toy.
As much as the fact that they're underestimating him irks him, he recognizes that this might be an opportunity for people to finally recognize his genius. So he smiles, ignores the questions about his underwear or his favourite foods, and only addresses the ones that even vaguely pertain to science. ]
No, these are of my creation. Through my own sweat and labour I crafted these masterpieces. They are not just powerful --
[ He stretches one of his arm through the crowd to a flower box on a windowsill nearby, carefully snipping off one of the flowers and bringing it up to one of the woman holding out her phone to record his responses. ]
-- But precise, as you can see, my dear.
03. Maurtia Falls
[ Maybe you're watching the locals make snowpeople. Maybe you're just walking by.
Suddenly, from the roof above you, a man in a white suit with a scarf around his neck sweeps down, carried by long metal arms, observing one in particular.
One that bears an uncanny resemblance to Spider-Man.
If you're close enough, you may be able to hear him murmur: ]
Doctor Octopus | Marvel 616 | the 90s sure did happen
[ A new world, a new life.
The last thing Otto Octavius remembered from home is his own death; and his primary feeling about it is humiliation, but also a profound sense of loss. He had, for a brief while, been happy. A woman loved him. He'd saved his greatest enemy from the brink of death, certain that their confrontations would continue to challenge and excite him forever.
And then it ended, and he woke up here.
He's far too intelligent to go on a violent, rage-filled rampage, though it's tempting. Instead he mourns his own death, and he explores this alternate Earth carefully. It's not the time for action, it's a time for planning.
Anywhere, you may see a man in sunglasses in a pure white suit with a black undershirt, with four twenty-feet long metal tentacles lifting him off the ground and carrying him around the city.
Watch out, as one of the tentacles might narrowly miss you. ]
02. De Chima
[ Disgusting.
Otto smiles as he answers the questions that the rabble of ill-informed, media-hungry locals ask about his arms. He needs to play the game. They don't know his background, they don't immediately paint him with the misconception that is the word "villain", as far as they're concerned he's merely a celebrity with a toy.
As much as the fact that they're underestimating him irks him, he recognizes that this might be an opportunity for people to finally recognize his genius. So he smiles, ignores the questions about his underwear or his favourite foods, and only addresses the ones that even vaguely pertain to science. ]
No, these are of my creation. Through my own sweat and labour I crafted these masterpieces. They are not just powerful --
[ He stretches one of his arm through the crowd to a flower box on a windowsill nearby, carefully snipping off one of the flowers and bringing it up to one of the woman holding out her phone to record his responses. ]
-- But precise, as you can see, my dear.
03. Maurtia Falls
[ Maybe you're watching the locals make snowpeople. Maybe you're just walking by.
Suddenly, from the roof above you, a man in a white suit with a scarf around his neck sweeps down, carried by long metal arms, observing one in particular.
One that bears an uncanny resemblance to Spider-Man.
If you're close enough, you may be able to hear him murmur: ]
So you're here as well, my foe.