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Personal Object
4 reviewsDoctor Ashley Kafka is the director of a maximum security psychiatric institute. She has a problem: Cletus Kasady, known as Carnage, a mass-murderor with super-powers. He hasn't escaped his ce...
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Personal Object
(#) PikaBot 2006-05-17
I really liked this. It was gripping right from the beginning, and portrayed Carnage just right. There's only two ways to write Carnage, and this is the good one. That first line of dialogue("It's Miller's tooth. His goddamn tooth") sounded like it came right out of a Stephen King story; it wouldn't surprise me in the least to discover you read a bunch of that while writing this.
The exchanges between Kasady and Kafka were lengthy, but entertaining. You've got quite a talent for writing dialogue. I'd like to especially commend you on your use of curse word with Kasady. Rather than dropping them randomly through the dialogue, you applied them in just the right places to produce the maximum impact.
Overall, well written and well conceived. Hope you write more!Personal Object
(#) Idhren 2006-07-20
Interesting spin on Carnage, with a nice ending zing. I haven't seen any more of Spider-man than the movies and the occassional fanfic, but I followed the storyline just fine.Personal Object
(#) ghostwalker 2007-04-01
I don't know a lot about Carnage but this suits what I know of Kasidy's personality. Wiked writing, I'd be interested in reading more.Personal Object
(#) Rider_Paladin 2012-07-02
This reminds me of the Carnage one-shots written by Warren Ellis back in the 90s, "Mind Bomb" and "It's a Wonderful Life." In both of those one-shots, we got some disturbing insights into Carnage's POV of the world around him. You've followed that line quite well, though the most chilling part is that you never tell any part of the story from Kasady's point of view, but only through Ashley Kafka's eyes, which makes his mind games even scarier, in a way. Because we don't know what he's actually thinking, planning, or feeling, but whatever he's up, he's the one winning and he's winning by undermining the bastions of society that we depend on to keep believing we are civilized and good and honest --- everything inmates in asylums for the criminally insane or prisons for the plain old criminal aren't. But as Kasady challenges Kafka here (and we the readers by extension), how do we know we aren't the same as them deep down, other than our own convictions and the comparative luxury and comfort we are used to?
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