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Criminally-mutated Mr. Cletus Kasady, transformed into 'Carnage' by alien-symbiote reality, continues in a train-hell word for an Earth-realm paranoia-Velcro (for stories).

Carnage (Marvel Comics) Summer season fanfiction. 

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Cletus knew his work for special language for Earthling/American ruckus for terrorism jitters for the new century had spread from Boston to NY to even Mardi Gras and knew he wanted to make special paranoia for trains across the Homeland for transit fears. Of course, Mr. Cletus Kasady was once just a 'regular' psychotic, but alien-symbiote possession and mutation into the lethal flesh-morphing super-monster Carnage made him more calculating and nihilist for leviathan/uncertainty (Facebook-like).

Carnage had found his new station transit vehicle/train to make some noise, and on this particular train, Carnage had decided to simply run across the length of the top of the moving train-cars while in-motion and make fireworks for the riders/conductor to think there was some ghost-sighting above their vehicle-roof (damn). What did he want? Carnage (Cletus Kasady) had become bent on forms of paranoia-noise making for jitters of darkness for pure mischief and calculated messaging of things of frailty's candy (Facebook-like!).

Well, Cletus/Carnage decided his first-mark for train stop-of-sanity was a hellish success; and he thought back on his 'achievements' at city stops in proportion to this new Homeland 'view' of trains maniacal activity. At first, Cletus Kasady simply wanted to devastate any kind of plane, train, automobile combo for transit Hell, but the train-adjective had become his special visage-manifestation 'agenda' for things of (pure) loudness.

ROYAL FARMS ATTENDANT: Mr. Kasady, you just want lots of cigarettes?

CLETUS: Look, it's Saturday (midnight)...and I plan a 'Manic-Monday' return!

ROYAL FARMS ATTENDANT: We're a (simple) convenience-petrol store; please, sir.

CLETUS: I'm not Carnage, idiot!

ROYAL FARMS ATTENDANT: We wish to stay looped-out of any mania-gossip, sir.

CLETUS: I'm just a writer; and I like writing about Carnage (American lore, ok?).

ROYAL FARMS ATTENDANT: You insist a ton of cigarettes is the cure, sir (why?).

CLETUS: I'm giving you the creeps, gas-station angel...I just hopped off a train!

ROYAL FARMS ATTENDANT: Maybe we can work something-out...train-story.

CLETUS: Facebook-like.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)