<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/CarnageBlades.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name: </strong> Cletus Kasady<br/>  <strong>Title: </strong>Carnage<br/>  <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Apocalypse<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong>Queens, NYC<br/>  <strong>Tags: </strong>Spiderman, Xavin, Colossus, Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Being promoted to head honcho of Team Evil USA had a lot of perks. Cletus was not a team player, never had been... but when the job description included "destroy NYC" he was willing to put aside most of his personal issues to focus on the bigger picture. It was a picture he liked, a picture he'd painted over and over again in his head and in crayon at the asylum and in blood on subway walls. Chaos raining down and reigning over all.<br/><br/>There was only one personal issue he couldn't let go - Spider-man. The guy was family. Only family should rip family limb from limb.<br/><br/>Bitsy wasn't a team player either; but just like his "grandson" he was all about family. He didn't follow those straggling survivors underground. He left them to Carnage's clean-up crews: mutants and supers new and old, who were pouring steadily out of the transformation camps. Once you got a shot of the True Vision you were more than ready and willing to tear the world a new asshole. The hunting would be good down in the tunnels and caves under Manhattan. Cletus felt just the littlest twinge of regret about missing out on the fun.<br/>But family first, of course.<br/><br/>As he leaped and poured and swung his way into the boroughs he took some time to admire the never-ending montage of destruction. Streets and bridges were jammed full of vehicles in gridlock, every possible space blocked with metal or bodies as the entire population of New York attempted to be somewhere else at exactly the same time. The forces of Carnage (that had a really nice ring to it) were already fanning out from the city's center to make sure the wounded were dead and the whole were, well, probably dead too.<br/><br/>A couple of noobs caught Cletus' attention along the way and he beckoned them to follow. Bitsy was already dragging fresh booty around. Might as well bring his own date or two to the family reunion. If he got bored he could take them apart later... although one of them was already coming apart. Cute girl. Nice tendons.<br/><br/>And so Carnage and Co. rolled into a silent neighborhood where the clouds of chemical weaponry had mostly dissipated and nothing was moving except some guy getting kinky with a tree on the lawn of That House, the house Cletus remembered through his familial sybiote memory, where Bitsy was either crying over his auntie or banging his new chick. Maybe both? I'd do both. In reverse.<br/><br/>"Hey, Woody, seen any spiders around here?"  Carnage slithered to a crouch about 20 feet from the stranger with the tree, his symbiote sight catching a flicker of moment up in the window. "Huh, never mind. He's already up the drainspout." Blood red tendrils quivered and writhed all over his body, full of anticipation.<br/><br/>At a sharp gesture, Cletus' two companions moved out, slowly circling around the lawn. One was a tall woman, blonde, pin-up material in a bikini and bare feet. As she walked up the driveway her toes sank into the concrete as if it were the consistency of sand.<br/><br/>The other girl was small, dark, with stringy black hair and the stench of death around her. Her clothes and skin hung in shreds but she didn't bleed anymore. She smiled with broken teeth and empty eye sockets as a dog with a broken neck ran up to stand next to her. Skeletal birds with barely enough feathers left to fly swooped down as a pair of mangled cats circled her feet.<br/><br/>"Can Bitsy come out to play?" Cletus hissed with a very big smile.<br/>