TO SUMMARIZE:
I’m Spyder (No, you’re not getting my “real” name.) For the past 18 years (I know I’m old, shut up.) I’ve been the world’s one and only Spyderman— well, was, but that’s to explain later on. You know the deal, radioactive spider bites me, I get all these bullshit abilities that I can’t fucking use anymore, save the city, blah blah blah. But I can’t do that anymore. Why? Hold on, I’m running out of space.
Back to what I was saying, my days of saving the city are over. Some people like to call me a nerd, and I’m not gonna deny that— I love chemicals and technology, so much that I perform surgeries on myself, and that got me into a lot of shit. There’s this thing called “Information Overload”, and with the amount of things I was putting into my body, it eventually caught up to me.
WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW?
Glad you asked. I spend my days at the HQ now, fixing suits, making web fluid, fixing things around the HQ, Gizmo updates, all that bullshit. Oh, and that venom you see Miguel injecting into himself? Can’t say much, but I made that. As for my earth, I’ve gone around and found myself a successor. He’s a bit… brain dead, to say the least, but he’s got the willpower.