PROLOGUE
New York City,
1933,
The Underground lab of Norman Osborn AKA 'The Goblin'
From the diary of Doctor Curtiz Conners.
Osborn's condition has gotten worse. He's after ripping off my right arm in a state of uncontrollable rage and fed it to the Vulture. He's currently dealing with some 'Hardy' woman..... I must go. My home in the underground has what I need to start fresh.....
A skinny man scribbled down these words, hastily collecting numerous books and chemicals and putting them inside his bag. He had long brown hair where parts had begun to fall off. His round spectacles were cracked on the lens. The sleeve of his right arm ripped off, gushing blood and badly bandaged. He continued to scribble out the notes....
I have everything I need. EVERYTHING.... I must visit my friend, Doctor Octavius, my old German colleague. It's all Osborn's fault he's the one who released the monster....
Time to torch the place.....
The man drew out a lighter and threw it on a set of mask prop's that belonged to the Chameleon. As the lab began to burn, he grabbed his fedora, finished bandaging up his right arm and turned to leave. For the briefest moment, his bright blue eyes flashed yellow and his teeth were razor sharp.
Crime was rising......
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