[quote=@Lord Wraith]
Alright, Webheads, by the rules, you now have 72-hours to submit in-character sample posts for the characters.

May the best Spidey win!
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Here’s one I wrote earlier…
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The morning sun hadn’t even burned off the last of the street‑level haze when the first THOOM rattled the block.

A small corner bank sat at the center of the chaos, its front window blown outward in a perfect concussive circle that scattered glass across the sidewalk in a glittering halo. Morning foot traffic had vanished, replaced by the echo of sirens and the sharp smell of scorched concrete.

Three police cruisers were already parked at angles in the street, doors open, officers crouched behind them with guns drawn.

And standing on the hood of a dented sedan behind the bank, legs spread wide, quilted yellow suit puffed out like a deranged oven mitt…

Shocker.

He fired another concussive blast at the cops, the gauntlets whining as they charged.

[color=orange]“BACK OFF! I SAID BACK OFF! I GOT A SCHEDULE TODAY!”[/color]

One of the officers ducked as a shockwave tore a crater out of the asphalt beside him.

Then a voice drifted down from above, casual as a man commenting on the weather.

[color=ed1c24]“This is not the day to be doing this, Herman.”[/color]

Two quick THWIP THWIP shots snapped through the air. Webbing splattered across Shocker’s shoulder and the side of his mask, jerking his aim off‑target.

Shocker staggered, swiping at the sticky mess.

Spider‑Man dropped from a webline and landed lightly on the roof of a nearby delivery van. The red and blue suit caught the morning light in sharp, clean lines, the white eye lenses narrowing as he took in the scene. He held a slightly dented white cake box under one arm, like he had swung straight from a bakery into a war zone.

Shocker finally ripped the webbing free and hurled it aside.

[color=orange]“It is never the day for this, you idiot!”[/color]

He fired.

The blast hit the van like a freight train. Spider‑Man barely had time to leap clear before the shockwave caught him mid air and hurled him sideways.

He crashed through a mailbox with a metallic WHANG, the box exploding into a spray of letters, envelopes fluttering down like sad confetti.

Spider‑Man groaned, peeling himself out of the twisted metal.

[color=ed1c24]“Great. Now my day is ruined and so is the postal service.”[/color]

Shocker jumped off the car, stomping toward him.

[color=orange]“I don’t care about the fucking postal service!”[/color]

Spider‑Man blinked.
[color=ed1c24]“Harsh words, Herman. The mail carriers of America will be devastated.”[/color]
He looked at the shredded envelopes around him.
[color=ed1c24]“And also out of a job, apparently.”[/color]

Shocker fired again. Spider‑Man rolled, webbed a lamppost, and slingshotted himself forward. He landed on Shocker’s shoulders, riding him like a malfunctioning carnival ride.

[color=ed1c24]“Herman, buddy, you have to stop robbing banks. It is 2026. Nobody carries cash anymore.”[/color]

Shocker flailed, firing wildly. A shockwave blew out a storefront window. Another sent a parked scooter tumbling end over end.

Spider‑Man flipped off him, landed behind, and fired two quick web shots.

THWIP THWIP.

Both gauntlets glued together.

Shocker stared at his hands.

[color=orange]“Oh come on!”[/color]

Spider‑Man stepped in and delivered a clean spinning kick to the side of Shocker’s head. Herman toppled like a sack of laundry, hitting the pavement with a heavy thud.

Silence.

Spider‑Man dusted off his hands, retrieved the cake box from the wreckage of the mailbox, and winced at the new dent in the lid.

He turned to the cops, gesturing at the unconscious villain.

[color=ed1c24]“He is all yours, boys.”[/color]

One of the officers nodded, still wide eyed.

Spider‑Man checked his watch, sighed, and swung off down the street, trailing a faint sprinkle of crushed envelope paper behind him.
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