- GHOULISH HISTORY -
- LEGACY -
Peter Parker killed my father.
No, Peter’s my friend. He would never…
Spider-Man killed my father. Peter Parker is Spider-Man.
He’s been my best friend since high school! I can’t just…
My father must be avenged.
No, no! I can’t do that. I just can’t. Peter..
I am an Osborn. I can’t let this injustice stand.
No! Take off those gloves!
Parker must die.
Get off the glider! I won’t do it. I won’t kill my best…
The Spider must die.
Not the serum. Please. Pete…
My murderer must die.
I’m sorry, Pete.
But the Goblin, must have his revenge.
- LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICINE -
I’m whirling around the city in my ‘borrowed’ Goblin glider. The wind whips at my green tunic; Goblin hat flutters relentlessly in the wind.
And in the pit of my stomach, the laugh - that howling laugh of madness - pours from my mouth and swirls the sky around me like a tidal wave, terrifying everyone below.
The first two Goblins were monsters - insane men who my dad wrote about as murderers and terrorists with Pumpkin bombs at their hips and cackles of madness filling their diseased minds.
My howl thunders to a crescendo. I mustn’t follow their lead.