Enter Carnage: A Yonex ESP-Network

Will a man-gone-mad (Cletus) and mutated into the venomous 'Carnage' of Earth be challenged by a calculating Cali-scientist with a 'musical' weapon?

A fanfiction of Carnage (Marvel Comics). 

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Cletus Kasady was man of normal science-chess IQ working at the brilliant science-body Salk (Cali) when something in him simply snapped, tearing him away from the modern normal world of social-media driven network friendship/idealism/storyboards. Follow along.

Cletus became the new radical anti-sciences terrorist known as Carnage after ingesting a mixed serum infusing his brain-biochemical signatures with large heat absorption/adaptation powers that rendered him a 'flame' man of anti-institutionalism in the post-9/11 era, putting his past-ties to the Salk in the dark (wow).

CLETUS KASADY ("Carnage"): As the antihero figure Carnage of Earth, I shall offer dark 'alien' expressions for social-media.

Carnage set out to create levels of anarchy/fear in the Earth-realm and no one wanted to challenge his newfound sense of radicalism, and he was making a mess of various California sports-stores, sending the message that sportsmanship wouldn't redeem man from terrorism because of 9/11 and it seemed this was the new 'wave' of Earth-radicalism and bad art.

All this was true until a brilliant if eccentric music-man named Jools entered the fray and intended to 'hypnotize' Carnage (Cletus Kasady) with a special brain-freezing musical signature-frequency not unlike the one that created massive seizures during a frequency-broadcast of an Asian cartoon series in the late-20th Century.

JOOLS: You see, you're 'frozen' by my music-frequency signal now, Carnage of Hell.

CARNAGE: What the hell have you created with this 'musical' weapon, Doctor Jools?
JOOLS: Ha, it's an 'ingenious' method of 'warping' audio-phonon Cartesian grid-motions designed to confound the brain-IQ.

CARNAGE: This weapon is more dark than my mutation inducing my rebel Crusade, Jools; I shall return fire with my Yonex.

JOOLS: Yonex, Carnage...the tennis racket (company)?
CARNAGE: Yes, I can produce the right phonon-warping wind-cyclones with the Yonex-racket special ergonomic shape (ha).

JOOLS: You're simply distracting your own brain with this Yonex-flash of air-speed theatrics and 'evading' my music-energy!

CARNAGE: So what...the Yonex has provided me something your 'musical' weapon can not, doc...pure swiftness (wow).

JOOLS: You damned rascal!

INTERVIEW: Why, you almost stopped that venomous Carnage, Doctor Jools, so don't look so depressive.

JOOLS: Yeah, I know; I'm back at the Salk with my new media-cooking satellite media-PR show; things are 'sunnier' now!

INTERVIEW: Rumor has it you're quite the 'quiche' maestro, Jools, you dashing hero!

JOOLS: Quiche is the word...and we will get that evil Cletus (sometime).

INTERVIEW: Happy cooking...and eating, doc!

JOOLS: Why, thanks.

CARNAGE: That evil scientist 'stunned' me, but I intend to return-serve with a special media-disaster message on the 4th.

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