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THE GREEN GOBLIN:

Ya know, no one seems to mess with the Osbornes. Norman is a sort o' screwed up figure. Tragic-like, a Roman emperor if you will. The man comes from money. Built hisself quite the empire in his day. Normally he is what you call one o' them forward thinkin' individuals. So it must have taken him totally by surprise when these, whatdoyacall 'em, Heroes, showed up? Here were people who wouldn't bow to the feet of his power, or respect his wealth, or cater ta his desires.

Musta really burnt Normie's nosehairs sumthin' good too. Norman became obsessed wit' those 'Heroes', kinda like someone would after their best gal breaks up with them. He started doin' all sorts a crazy things. He started building suits o' armor, dabbling in that there ol' black magic, mixing up crazy potions and what not, and even hunting down weapons and such. My guess would be that he was trying to become one hisself. They even had all o' us, his employees, from top execs ta the lowliest of janitors......heh......get bloodwork done and ran us through those whatchmacallit, psyche evals, to see if he could farm any o' us for his projects. That is Normie, always looking two steps ahead.

Kinda surprised they wanted me ta do it, seeing as how I got a record an' all. That's how I failed the psycho....heh....psyche eval. Seems that a man convicted of manslaughter isn't "prime material" fer their little dog and pony show. Anyway, back to Norman. Outta all his gizmos he likened to one more than the rest. Looked like a blamed Halloween costume ta me. They finally had to tell him, (they being the eggheads in R&D with the yellow beekeeper suits) that the project wasn't fee...feas.....doable. Seems, that they were able to make a.....howsitreadhere......synth ....sin...make a copy o' the thing that made the HULK a few years back. Problem is....drove all the subjects plumb crazy. Normie was angry, but he mothballed it in one o' the vaults downstairs. Normie had the foresight to see that he could probably find someone ta use it.

Someone who, I don't know....as a janitor.....has access to the whole flamin' building? Someone who collects all yer trash and has compiled hisself a healthy how to manual to the gizmos and gadgets and whatnots. Someone who doesn't fear goin' crazy......'cuz he has been there, done that. For all yer brains Normie, you overlook the small details, and that's where this devil likes to hide. You, yer Heroes, an' this world will never see ol' Cletus Kasady coming, before it is too late!

Description
THE GREEN GOBLIN:

Ya know, no one seems to mess with the Osbornes. Norman is a sort o' screwed up figure. Tragic-like, a Roman emperor if you will. The man comes from money. Built hisself quite the empire in his day. Normally he is what you call one o' them forward thinkin' individuals. So it must have taken him totally by surprise when these, whatdoyacall 'em, Heroes, showed up? Here were people who wouldn't bow to the feet of his power, or respect his wealth, or cater ta his desires.

Musta really burnt Normie's nosehairs sumthin' good too. Norman became obsessed wit' those 'Heroes', kinda like someone would after their best gal breaks up with them. He started doin' all sorts a crazy things. He started building suits o' armor, dabbling in that there ol' black magic, mixing up crazy potions and what not, and even hunting down weapons and such. My guess would be that he was trying to become one hisself. They even had all o' us, his employees, from top execs ta the lowliest of janitors......heh......get bloodwork done and ran us through those whatchmacallit, psyche evals, to see if he could farm any o' us for his projects. That is Normie, always looking two steps ahead.

Kinda surprised they wanted me ta do it, seeing as how I got a record an' all. That's how I failed the psycho....heh....psyche eval. Seems that a man convicted of manslaughter isn't "prime material" fer their little dog and pony show. Anyway, back to Norman. Outta all his gizmos he likened to one more than the rest. Looked like a blamed Halloween costume ta me. They finally had to tell him, (they being the eggheads in R&D with the yellow beekeeper suits) that the project wasn't fee...feas.....doable. Seems, that they were able to make a.....howsitreadhere......synth ....sin...make a copy o' the thing that made the HULK a few years back. Problem is....drove all the subjects plumb crazy. Normie was angry, but he mothballed it in one o' the vaults downstairs. Normie had the foresight to see that he could probably find someone ta use it.

Someone who, I don't know....as a janitor.....has access to the whole flamin' building? Someone who collects all yer trash and has compiled hisself a healthy how to manual to the gizmos and gadgets and whatnots. Someone who doesn't fear goin' crazy......'cuz he has been there, done that. For all yer brains Normie, you overlook the small details, and that's where this devil likes to hide. You, yer Heroes, an' this world will never see ol' Cletus Kasady coming, before it is too late!