Cletus Kasady // Carnage

Taller than the average man, Cletus Kasady has a slightly skinny frame topped with a mop of receding read hair. Normally when not seen in his symbiote, Cletus wears a pretty trashy combination of a dirty beat up white tank top and dirty blue jeans with beaten up tennis shoes. Nowadays the shoes and pants hide the robotic legs he’s been affixed with after an encounter with the Sentry. In his symbiote form, his body is covered in a swirl of red and black and his face becomes the thing nightmares are made of. Large, white, soulless eye patterns made almost as an affront to the look of Spider-Man and a jaw now lined with razor sharp fangs made from the symbiote itself. His hands are almost always clawed in this form as he rarely does anything but slash and cut with them. The symbiote often has tendrils coming from his body, serving to amplify the terror inducing appearance.



In terms of personality, Cletus is a complete psychopath. Years of childhood abuse have OH MY GOD HE’S HERE OH GOD SOME HEL



HEY THERE, KIDDIES! I HEARD SOMEONE WANTED TO TRY BEING ME FOR A BIT AND AS FUN AS THAT SOUNDS, I REALLY THINK ONE DOPPLEGANGER IS ENOUGH. I MUST SAY, HE LEFT OFF THE PART ABOUT ME BEING DEVILISHLY HANDSOME. SO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF GUY I AM? WELL, WHAT BETTER WAY TO HEAR IT THAN STRAIGHT FROM THE HORSES’ MOUTH. FOR STARTERS, I’M A VERY CARING SOUL. WHY, THE THOUGHT OF SOMEONE GOING THROUGH LIFE NOT KNOWING WHAT THEIR INTENSTINES LOOKS LIKE JUST DRIVES ME MAD! SO MAD I FEEL THE NEED TO SHOW THEM FROM TIME TO TIME. AND I AM A MAN WHO CARES ABOUT FAMILY. WHY, THIS ONE TIME I KILLED THIS LADY AN’ HER DAUGHTER STARTS CRYING ALL HYSTERICAL-LIKE. SO I ASK THE GIRL IF SHE WANTS TO SEE HER MOMMY AGAIN. I GUESS SHE GOT REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THAT BECAUSE SHE STARTS SCREAMIN’ FOR JOY! SO WITH ONE QUICK SWIPE I HELPLED HER BE WITH HER MOMMY! AREN’T I SO COMPASSIONATE?! BUT YOU KNOW, I AIN’T ALWAYS ALL SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS. I DO GOT SOME THINGS THAT JUST GET UNDER MY SKIN. THE MAIN THING I JUST CAN’T STAND IS SPIDERS. STUPID LITTLE SPIDERS THAT JUST HAVE TO GET IN THE WAY OF MY FUN. DID YOU KNOW I ONE TIME SETTLED DOWN IN THIS NICE QUIET LITTLE TOWN AND IT WAS ALL GOIN’ GREAT UNTIL THESE TWO SPIDERS HAD TO COME IN AND RUIN THE WHOLE THING! HOW IS THAT FAIR?!



They say I’m crazy. They say I need to be locked up or executed. They say I’m a danger to everyone. They call me a psychopath. YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I SAY?! I say we’re all a little goofy. And we all need to cut loose every once in a while. We all need a little taste of…. CARNAGE

Oh, here’s the fun stuff. Here’s where I tell you about all the fun ways I do what I do best. Let’s start with my body. I may be only half the man I used to be, but I got these nifty robot legs after being brought back from space. Really make it easy to get around when I’m not using my skin. And years before I was Carnage I learned how to use a knife pretty well. It’s easy; you just gently run the sharp edge across the person’s throat until they stop fighting back!



But that’s not what you’re interested in. YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I CAN DO AS CARNAGE, DON’T YOU?!



Oh, I love breaking this down; I REALLY do.



You know Daddy Venom? You know how he’s has super abilities like strength, speed, stamina, blah blah? You know how Spider-Man has all that too? WELL COMBINE THEM AND I’M STILL MORE! I’M SUPER FAST, I CAN OUT MUSCLE BOTH VENOM AND SPIDER-PUNK AT THE SAME TIME, AND I CAN DODGE ALMOST ANYTHING THEY THROW AT ME THANKS TO MY AGILITY!



I’m also pretty damn hard to hurt. I can take bullets and energy blasts like a champ (BUT NO SONICS I WILL EAT YOUR FACE IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT USING SONIC ENERGY). AND EVEN IF YOU DO HURT ME, I’m a quick healer. So you better get ready real fast if you put me down once.



And so ya know these tendrils of mine ain’t just for show. I can use them like that Octopus guy Spidey always whines about. You know that that means? HOSTAGES! HAHAHAHAHAHA



And I’m not like my dad, I ain’t gonna rely on just my fists and good looks. Oh no! I like to get a little more creative with my killin’. That’s why I like to turn my hands and feet into blades. Nothing says ‘personal touch murderin’’ like a nice sharp blade made of your own flesh and blood THAT YOU CAN COVER IN OTHER PEOPLE’S FLESH AND BLOOD!!



And one more thing. Spider-Man. I know you know this. I know this. BUT NOW LET THE WORLD NO THIS. Your Spider-Sense. It don’t work on me. So you ain’t gonna be able to know what I’m doin’ ‘til I done it.

Ohhhhh, you wanna know how Carnage came to be the man I am today, do ya? Well, sit down and grab some snacks, I got a story for you. I didn’t have what you’d call a good childhood. I didn’t like my grandma much and so we had to fix that with a trip down the stairs. Dad, he wasn’t a nice guy. He killed Ma, an’ left me without a parent to raise a poor little boy who just wanted love! So I got sent to an orphanage for troubled kids. They didn’t like me either. They were mean, said and did bad things to poor little Cletus. But they’d learn. OH, THEY WOULD LEARN! The staff needed to be taught a lesson the most, so I started with them. Too bad for them, it was a one time teaching that they didn’t survive. But then we couldn’t have this big ol’ orphanage and nobody to run it. I took care of that, too. Remodeled it right into a pile of ash and burnt bodies.



CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY GAVE ME MULTIPLE LIFE SENTENCES?! I WAS DEFENDING MYSELF! Hehe, nah, I killed them because I wanted to. They were bein’ mean and whatnot, but I loved every second of their last breaths begging. Well lucky I DID get put in the slammer, because I got me a Hell of a guy for a roommate. This guy was the supervillain Venom and he got himself locked up. Well, for a short time. See, he got busted out and his suit found him; what he didn’t know is that the suit wasn’t feelin’ too good because it was ready to give birth. Curious little ol’ me takes a closer look at the thing and it jumps out and latches on to me. At first I didn’t know what to think, but once it completely bonded on to me I did; I thought I was gonna PAINT THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD RED!



Well, I tried to. But Spider-Man got in the way. The first time I creamed the little bug, but he got himself some help from some supers and the worst thing imaginable, my dad. THEY STOPPED ME THAT TIME BUT THEY COULDN’T HOLD ME FOR LONG! I busted out and went on a few killing sprees here and there before getting’ sick myself. I TRIED TO END THE MISERABLE THING’S EXISTENCE but Toxin got born and he didn’t like what his daddy was all about so he fought back and got away.



I got a few more sprees in before SOME YELLOW AND BLUE PIECE OF TRASH tried to kill me. Left my body up in space and everything. But Carnage is a survivor. You can kick me and stab me and RIP ME IN HALF but I come back. I ALWAYS COME BACK. And when I came back, that’s when I got these purdy new legs! After escaping that little lab or whatever it was, I decided it was time to settle down and found myself a nice little place in Colorado. But the Avengers couldn’t just let me be! WHO CARES if I took over the entire town, killed a few people, forced everyone else into becoming part of Carnage, WE WERE ALL HAPPY! I took them as well, but THAT STUPID &%$#ING SPIDER-MAN AND SOME NEW VENOM JUST HAD TO STOP ME DIDN’T THEY?!



Alright listen. I’m getting’ bored talkin’ ‘bout myself this much so I’ll just leave you with some cliff notes. Plus, this guy’s body is just sitting here doing nothing when I could find a whole lotta uses for it. Anyway, at one point I got lobotomized by some other ^*$%ing spider and had my skin taken from me. But life always balances out and I got it back, and got fixed up better than ever and got a renewed commitment to the job thanks to some whack psych-doc that ain’t around no more.



That’s enough time wasted on you boring lot. Too many places to go, people to kill. But I’ve got one last thing for Spider-Man. I’m coming. I know how to find you, and I will REAL SOON. So stay tuned, kiddies.

The bloody rampage was all over the news. Well, of course it was, because it was happening at a news station. Carnage was plastered all over the evening news. The only justification Cletus could give was that he felt like killing people and it was such a work of art the whole world should see it. He’d slipped in rather inconspicuously, by murdering a member of the janitorial staff and taking his uniform. Once in, he kind of just hung around until confronted; it was something he liked to do because it provided that extra element of fear Cletus enjoyed so very much.



The man who had confronted him was the luckiest man in the room because his death was kick. As he demanded to know who this never before seen employee was, the symbiote began spreading itself over Cletus’ skin, the sinister fanged smile forming as Cletus said, “Why, dontchya remember me? I’M THE NEW COMpany BUTCHER!” At that he formed his right hand into a spike, impaling the guy through the chest and savoring the look of horror on his face as the life drained from his eyes.



Interesting thing about newsrooms; most of them are this big open space where everyone can see what you’re doing. So it really wasn’t a surprise to Carnage that the currently on air anchors saw this and justifiably started freaking out. But then people started running for exits, and that just couldn’t happen. Tendrils exploding out from his body like the world’s most terrifying piñata, he began grabbing each and every person in the room.



Carnage forced the camera men to get back to work, informing them that, “If you don’t keep rolling, YOUR HEAD WILL!” Stepping in front of the camera with the red light, Carnage spoke to the viewing audience. “GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! OUR TOP STORY! LOCAL HANDSOME MANIAC MUTILATES LOCAL NEWS TEAM! SPORTS AT 11!” With that, he forced the camera on the male lead as the tendril wrapped around his waist began snaking its way up until it was wrapped around his throat. As Carnage began squeezing, he shared something personal with the victims. “You want to know something interesting? I almost NEVER do this! The strangle part, not the kill part. I %&$#ING LOVE THE KILL PART! But seriously, I never strangle people. It’s such a slow, drawn out process that I lose focus. So while the life slowly leaves your body, I’LL KEEP MY INTEREST BY DICING UP THE WEATHERMAN! TONIGHT’S FORECAST, A LOT OF BLOODY RAIN HAHAHAHAHA!”



The tendril trapping the weatherman became spiked, immediately causing the poor guy much pain. But before he could shred the man to pieces by spinning the tendril around the man like the belt in a car engine, Carnage’s world went wonky and his vision blinked in an out. When it returned, he found himself not in the newsroom with his horrified victims, but in some random alley. Confused and getting angry, he leapt up to the roof of the building he was next to in order to see what was going on. Recognizing the familiar setting of New York City, Carnage didn’t know whether to smile or not. “I don’t know who %&^$ing took me away from my fun, BUT THIS WHOLE DANG TOWN IS GOING TO BE SEEING RED UNTIL I FOUND OUT!”

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