World Doc Ock's lair

[Nicklogic]

hah, the college he went to is 15 minutes from my house... and if you've ever seen the bluebug extermination episode, that big blue bug does exist on the roof of a building in providence.

 

[Silver S]

You are missing the world that Sam Raimi inadvertently created. His vision obviously does not match the comic world. Tobey doesn't look like Peter Parker. Kirsten, is no MJ, cept in maybe the first photo shot of her in SM2. Doc Ock, a bit freedom on location of his event, of his attitude, etc.

So why is it even a SLIGHT surprise that Venom/Eddie doesn't look like the comic one? Same with Gwen. Yes, it sucks for fans who want the true to comic look/story, but that's not hollywood's care.

Now that's not naive, just realistic.

I may be a single voice here in the crowd, but I don't have a problem with Maguire as Peter Parker. I think he's a lovable geek with the cracking voice and heehaw donkey snort laughter. And as Spider-Man he's had moments of real heroism and determination you can see plainly in his face (since his mask seemed to come off an awful lot in the movie). He also had his faults because of romantic script writing. But his portrayal overall I don't mind.

Mary Jane is a whole other problem. I for one think Dunst should have let someone with a mind for wardrobes pick out her clothing, because she sure couldn't. What was with that ugly brown dress, woman?! I think she did better in SM1, but it could also have been by SM2 I was tired of her screaming all the time.

Topher Grace, from the photos I've dug up on him, doesn't cut it for me as Venom. I imagined someone who was buff and ruddy looking, like someone who's done it all and seen it all, rather than the creampuff schoolboy look.

I dunno. He's gotta drink more milk or something.

 

[Venom_uk]

Remove any non Spidey related poster.If it's not Spidey related,it's irrelevant

I take offense to that. My Kelly Brook & Nightmare Before Christmas posters rule! lol

Thank you all for the kind words.I do indeed love this poster.About time they brought one out with Spidey and all his main villains in it

Tis indeed...notice Scorpion is missing thou.

Hell yeah.How could anyone not be a fan?? Friggin' hilarious show.

Stewie and Peter are gods

Family Guy is great. I'm all for un-PC-ness in a PC-gone-mad world. Haha!

 

[Silver S]

I suppose Black Cat had to be there to interrupt the sausage-fest going on in the picture.

 

[Silver S]

hah, the college he went to is 15 minutes from my house... and if you've ever seen the bluebug extermination episode, that big blue bug does exist on the roof of a building in providence.

Family Guy is RI's only saving grace, you know.

 

[Herr Logan]

I may be a single voice here in the crowd, but I don't have a problem with Maguire as Peter Parker. I think he's a lovable geek with the cracking voice and heehaw donkey snort laughter. And as Spider-Man he's had moments of real heroism and determination you can see plainly in his face (since his mask seemed to come off an awful lot in the movie). He also had his faults because of romantic script writing. But his portrayal overall I don't mind.

I agree that Maguire is perfectly capable of playing the role the way it should be performed. The second movie video game is what clinched it for me as far as him delivering true Spider-Man and Peter Parker type dialogue. The script is what makes Movie!Spidey a pathetic failure of an adaptation. For Spider-Man alone they have the perfect actor for the job, an amazing costume (for the second one in particular), the special effects capabilities (again, especially in the second one), and they even had two perfect actors cast for the villains, but they chose to waste almost all of that talent, for no good reason. In other words, they have everything they need, so there's no excuse for making bad decisions, which they have/are/will with regard to this franchise.

Mary Jane is a whole other problem. I for one think Dunst should have let someone with a mind for wardrobes pick out her clothing, because she sure couldn't. What was with that ugly brown dress, woman?! I think she did better in SM1, but it could also have been by SM2 I was tired of her screaming all the time.

Topher Grace, from the photos I've dug up on him, doesn't cut it for me as Venom. I imagined someone who was buff and ruddy looking, like someone who's done it all and seen it all, rather than the creampuff schoolboy look.

I dunno. He's gotta drink more milk or something.

I think the director and producers need to stop drinking alcohol.

 

[Nicklogic]

ah yes, the quirky RI joke from Silver S, thanks.

 

[Silver S]

Here's my early morning bit of writing, tweaked in some places where I just wasn't making any sense at all. If Rabbit were here he would scoff and write something ten times better.
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We had agreed to meet in a public area in the historical district in the lower east side, in light of the fact that despite his sudden if not surprisingly pleasant request for a journalist audience, I was still very aware of the thick stack of criminal activity reports that were heaved onto my desk that morning, as was he. And everything about his demeanor that one morning in early summer suggested that he was as aware as I was, and proud of the fact.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” my editorial director had said after dumping file after file out on Otto Octavius’ criminal career. Swallowing and looking around the small hill of paper, I looked up at him. “If I’m ever going to be taken seriously? Yes.”

“There are other less dangerous people to interview. Don’t be stupid about this.” I looked at him darkly for a moment, trying to come up with something to say in retort. All I could say was “He contacted me, sir.” As an intern here, I still had other responsibilities to tend to, and one of them was a biography of sorts from someone famous to the New York City area. I remember I was at a bar one night with a group of college buddies when one of them jokingly suggested interviewing one of Spider-Man’s infamous nemesis’.

Quentin Beck’s name came up in discussion, but he had been put in an asylum when he completely lost his mind at the age of sixty one. To try and talk to him would be as productive as talking to a blender. William Baker was suggested next, and Max Dillon shortly after that. We’d heard that Baker had taken up residence in one of the poorer sections of town and had completely ditched his criminal career to do such stunning things as raise a garden in his backyard and take in homeless cats. And Dillon – no one was sure what happened to him after the incident where he’d lost control of his powers and took out an entire block near Times Square with a single bolt of electricity. Rumors had been going around that he’d fried himself to a crisp, others said he had fled to the southern islands, some said he was a big time movie producer in Hollywood now. True or not, we ate up the stories as fact and marveled over the almost sad notion that the greatest villains of our parent’s generation were all getting up there in age, no longer the huge threat they once were. It seemed to us that the age of the Super Heroes and Villains was drawing to a close with everyone nearing their sixties and seventies. Then Otto Octavius’ name came up, and suddenly everyone was quiet, the noise from the rest of the bar seeping into our circle before someone spoke up.

“You’d be crazy to want to keep company with that guy.” He set his empty glass on the table and sat back in the chair. “Besides that, no one’s heard from him in a long time. He’s under the radar these days, which if you ask me, is where he should stay.”

Somewhere in the dark expanse of the smoke filled bar, a man shifted in his chair and smiled.

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I stood next to a concrete table in the middle of a large park that next week, not five feet from the man who’d caused such a terrible ruckus with the masterminding of the Sinister Six back in his hey-day. He looked a great deal as I expected he would, clean cut and presentable as ever, wearing a gray suit and trench coat, a matching hat atop his head. I nodded my head to him in respect and then let my eyes wander to his right hand, where he leaned his weight against a cane. He must have seen it because he tapped it against the ground and smiled. “Does that surprise you, that a man who once carried around 60 pounds worth of metal on his back now has problems with his knees?” I wasn’t sure what to say to that, so I gestured for him to take a seat.

“I want to thank you, Doctor Octavius, for agreeing to see me –” I began, but was cut off as he took a seat on the opposite side of the table and spoke aloud.

“Nonsense. It was I who found you.” I slowly sat down in the other chair and shuffled through some blank paper I’d brought with me, and set a small black recorder on the table between the two of us, pressing the record button. Suddenly my mind was completely blank. I could think of nothing to say, intelligent or otherwise. Maybe he sensed that, for in the next moment he took off his hat, revealing brown hair streaked through with gray, and set it down on the edge of the table.

“I wonder if you might entertain an old man with a game of chess,” he said, more of a command than a question. I wasn’t going to argue, for the playing board was already present there in the concrete table; glass squares embedded in the center between us both. I tensed for a moment when he reached inside his coat, but relaxed again when he pulled out a long, thing wooden box from his pocket and set it on the table. “A parting gift from a friend,” he said aloud again, but not really to me. I looked past him at the roller-bladers and bicyclists and dog walkers going about their business through the park sidewalks, all completely oblivious to the company they kept, and spoke up.

“You play chess often, Doctor?” I ventured, turning my attention back to him as he unhinged the lid and began to set the pieces in their positions across the board. “As often as I have time for. I’m still quite busy with personal projects,” he said, continuing to put pieces out until everything was in place. Then he pulled out a small rectangular case from the other pocket in his coat and removed a fine pair of reading glasses. After putting them on, he looked back at me and with that came an impressive sense that this man had a great understanding of what he would do every single morning he would wake up until the day he died – someone whose diligence and drive surpassed most everyone else I’d had the honor of interviewing throughout my internship.

“You’ll be the white. I’ll play black.” And he moved his first piece, a pawn, into play. When he was satisfied with his initial move, he looked back up at me. “Now. You may ask me your first question. Then I expect you to make your move.” I had been sitting back up against my chair, but now I leaned forward on my elbows to look at the board. The first question that bubbled to the surface wasn’t even about him or his zealous list of achievements, as he would call them later, but rather, a question from my own curiosity.

“Why me, and why now?” He held me in one of his unreadable stares for a moment before answering. “Like every great story that must be told, this one has only become better with time, and now the time is ripe to share it,” was his simple reply. And he was right. The legacy that was the Spider-Man story ran through the city streets carried on newspaper tabloids and back alley whisperings – the web crawler and all his A list villain battles were now locked into the very historical fabric that made the great city of New York what it had become – the lynch pin that provided the grounds for some of the most famous battles that have ever occurred. But there were still secrets, sides to the great stories that we’ve never seen or heard, the intimate settings that took place forty stories up in the sky, or far below the ground in secret lairs. “And as for the why – a random selection,” he continued, looking at me coolly, “Don’t flatter yourself with any fanciful reasons for my choice. The messenger who bears the story is never important.” Something about the way he said it told me he wasn’t being entirely truthful – for when had Doctor Octopus ever show himself to do anything random? Perhaps he knew I hadn’t quite believed him, but he said nothing more.

“Alright then. For the record – your full name, age, and occupation?” I asked, clearing my throat. He tightened his lips together to a pursed smile, and nodded to the chess board. “You must make a move first.” I looked back at him with the same tight lipped smile. So every move was to allow a further look into his life. Alright, I would play along. I was definitely not the best at chess, but I would give it a try.

I moved one of my pawns out into play and eyed him as he returned his gaze to the pieces on the board. “All of life is a carefully executed game of calculated moves from one situation to the next – perhaps the only reason I was regarded as one of the most dangerous on Spider-Man’s list is because I thought very carefully about what each of my moves would be long before I made them,” he said, again, not really speaking directly to me, but rather, speaking his own thoughts aloud. This very statement only enforced my earlier suspicion that his random selection wasn’t so random. This realization only worried me further.

“And to answer your exceptionally dull questions, my name is Otto Gunther Octavius, I am now sixty seven years of age, and my occupation –” here he paused and I realized I was sitting forward, gripping my pen tightly between my hands. Only after I dropped the pen to the table and sat back did he continue with a hint of a smile, “ – retired.”

“Retired, sir?” I repeated, watching as he made his second move onto the board. “I’m sixty seven years old, young lady. I don’t have the energy to go gallivanting around the city on metal arms any longer. I prefer to … exercise my powers of the mind now.” And of course I didn’t believe for a second he was retired completely. Certainly, he wasn’t climbing up the sides of buildings or getting into physical fights with Spider-Man anymore, but he wasn’t done adding to his legacy as a criminal mastermind. History had already proven that.

I smiled inwardly, glad he’d brought up the subject of the metal actuators that had given him the infamous name of Doctor Octopus. “And your extraordinary arms? Do they still exist?” He looked up at me, a smirk on his aged face. “Of course they still exist! I’ll not say where for obvious reasons. Every now and then I don them again, although we don’t need a physical bond to be whole any longer.” I perked up at the use of the word ‘we’.

“Do you consider them to be a sentient entity?” Something flickered across his eyes, a passing thought maybe, and then he returned his sights to the game pieces. “No... rather more like appendages of flesh and blood, as natural to you as the arms you were born with. They do my bidding, not the other way around.” I must not have had the expression on my face he was expecting to see, because he shook his head in agitation and gestured to the board. “I don’t expect you to understand something so beyond you,” he chided, visibly stirred, exposing some of that wonderful biting charm he was notorious for, “Now make your move, I’ve got much to share before the day is out.”

I reached out on the board and moved my next piece, to which he sighed.

"A poor decision," he said, giving me a hard look. I let my hand retreat to my lap. "How can you tell this early in the game?" I asked, a little irritated he took me for such a foolish person. He waved his hand at me impatiently. "No matter, you still have opportunities to take advantage of later on." He looked over the board for a while before making his next move, and I saw several different ways he could overtake my game piece, and sighed. This would be a short interview unless I tried harder in the game.

"Tell me about your first fight. Your first time meeting with Spider-Man," I said, bringing up a topic I knew he would chew apart. He sat back in the chair finally, folding his arms across his chest and smiling as though he knew something no one else was privy to know.

"You wish to know exactly what happened? Without influences of your despicable media, half-wit witnesses and the lies of your politicians and police forces?" I nodded slowly but then gave him a confused look.

"But you...you beat Spider-Man the first time you met him, right? I mean, there were witnesses..." I said slowly, wondering if I was going to infuriate him. But the amused look on his face only grew.

"If you'll allow me to relate to you the circumstances, maybe you'll find yourself enlightened about what really happened that day. I didn't just beat Spider-Man. I broke him."

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And if anyone were to take up the story from here, the person to do it would be the founder of the lair himself.

 

[Silver Sable]

Ok people let's all calm down in here.The hostility is getting a little much.Thank you for your restraint btw Logan.A full frontal Herr Logan attack would have me mopping up blood in here,and as you know I like to keep my house in order

Raimi has made a mess of alot of the important Spider-Man elements.There's no denying it.Facts are facts.And there is no excusing it.But he has delivered some good entertainment.And Alfred Molina's Ock is one of the best examples of that.

Nuff said.

Now on a lighter note,I got myself a new Spidey poster in my comics store yesterday.Much to my chagrin,I spotted Black Crappy on the top right corner.Why couldn't Ock be holding her battered and bloody body in a tentacle in this poster??

I had to take these pics at an angle,because the camera kept leaving a big annoying shine on the poster

My god, how mant posters do you have hun? lol

It's a gorgeous one btw

 

[Silver Sable]

*chokes on laughter*

Don't be so mean, Ock!

But he's a sweetheart in when I talk to him on AIM

 

[The Joker]

Here's my early morning bit of writing, tweaked in some places where I just wasn't making any sense at all. If Rabbit were here he would scoff and write something ten times better.

That was one of the finest pieces of writing I have ever had the privelege of reading.My god S,you wrote that in just one morning?? It's incredibally well written

What made you come up with the idea of Ock being interviewed years later?? It's inspired.I love how you set it all up with the scene in the bar.And you have captured Ock's personality perfectly.I would expect no less from you.

You know I didn't realise the reporter was female until Octavius called her "young lady".I am delighted to see Ock still has his tentacles.Even old age would not part him from them.It reminds me of an old soldier who keeps his uniform and medals,and occasionally tries them on in old age.

My particular fav bit is how Ock expressed with a smile "I didn't just beat Spider-Man. I broke him." Which indeed he did

Once again,a fantastic piece of writing.

And if anyone were to take up the story from here, the person to do it would be the founder of the lair himself.

I might take a stab at it later.But after what you wrote,I have some high standards to live up to

My god, how mant posters do you have hun? lol

It's a gorgeous one btw

About 6-8 posters.It's all I can fit on my walls

 

[Herr Logan]

But he's a sweetheart in when I talk to him on AIM

Really? He's mean as a snake to me when we talk. Makes all kinds of disparaging remarks about my heritage and about how I never learned to read. No mercy whatsoever.

It must be because you're a female. Doc's a notorious player. If you ever meet him, bring protection (and yes, I do mean a gun).

 

[Symbiotica]

*chokes on laughter*

Don't be so mean, Ock!

I nearly fell out of my chair laughing when I read that, as well. I tell you, if there is one rude, mean guy on the Hype, it has to be Doc Ock. The man is a monster....! A day when he isn't peeling off someone's hide is like a day without sunshine to him. His meanness is legendary, even in Hell!

LMAO... Actually, Ock personifies Old-World politeness and he is an asset to any forum, being both extremely knowledgable and very well-spoken. And a genuinely nice person.

Tobey doesn't look like Peter Parker. Kirsten, is no MJ, cept in maybe the first photo shot of her in SM2. Doc Ock, a bit freedom on location of his event, of his attitude, etc.

So why is it even a SLIGHT surprise that Venom/Eddie doesn't look like the comic one?

Because Dafoe more than slightly resembled Norman Osborn, and Molina was a credible Octavius; they were cast according to physical type. Church looks a lot like Flint Marko. Therefore we are confused at the potential for having Gopher be Brock, because he looks nothing like him in any way. This flies in the face of Raimi's precedent.

And its one reason why I still am not 100% sure that's what's going on, although I have not yet been to Spoilers today & may have to eat my words.

I am going to read S's fanfic later tonight, when I have more time. [that's why I'm not commenting now - it's not that I have nothing good to say about it.] I shall return.

 

[Herr Logan]

I nearly fell out of my chair laughing when I read that, as well. I tell you, if there is one rude, mean guy on the Hype, it has to be Doc Ock. The man is a monster....! A day when he isn't peeling off someone's hide is like a day without sunshine to him. His meanness is legendary, even in Hell!

LMAO... Actually, Ock personifies Old-World politeness and he is an asset to any forum, being both extremely knowledgable and very well-spoken. And a genuinely nice person.

Look at that, he's even got Symbiotica fooled!

Like I said, notorious player. He could probably trick a geriatric widow with chronic anxiety into marrying him and bequeathing her power plant island to him if he wanted it badly enough.

 

[Symbiotica]

.... I could totally see him getting away with that.

 

[Silver S]

That was one of the finest pieces of writing I have ever had the privelege of reading.My god S,you wrote that in just one morning?? It's incredibally well written

What made you come up with the idea of Ock being interviewed years later?? It's inspired.I love how you set it all up with the scene in the bar.And you have captured Ock's personality perfectly.I would expect no less from you.

You know I didn't realise the reporter was female until Octavius called her "young lady".I am delighted to see Ock still has his tentacles.Even old age would not part him from them.It reminds me of an old soldier who keeps his uniform and medals,and occasionally tries them on in old age.

My particular fav bit is how Ock expressed with a smile "I didn't just beat Spider-Man. I broke him." Which indeed he did

Once again,a fantastic piece of writing.

I might take a stab at it later.But after what you wrote,I have some high standards to live up to

Heh, thanks for the compliment, despite the fact I feel its rather disjointed. I just liked the idea of an older Doc Ock who, despite the fact that he's surpassed the age where he could go 'galivanting around the city' on his metal arms, he's still very much an involved villain. I like your imagery of someone who puts on his uniform finery on occasion to admire them.

If you'd rather not write the next bit, don't feel pressured to do it. I just wanted to present the opportunity for you to write about Spidey's first meeting with Ock and introduce us to something we didn't know about what happened that day.

 

[Silver S]

Look at that, he's even got Symbiotica fooled!

Like I said, notorious player. He could probably trick a geriatric widow with chronic anxiety into marrying him and bequeathing her power plant island to him if he wanted it badly enough.

And the best part is, he'd chronical it here on the Hype so we'd all be kept up to date.

 

[The Joker]

LMAO... Actually, Ock personifies Old-World politeness and he is an asset to any forum, being both extremely knowledgable and very well-spoken. And a genuinely nice person.

Awwww shucks

Thanks Sym,I appreciate those kind words.You're pretty darn awesome yourself

Look at that, he's even got Symbiotica fooled!

Like I said, notorious player. He could probably trick a geriatric widow with chronic anxiety into marrying him and bequeathing her power plant island to him if he wanted it badly enough.

Well if I can get a grouchy,short fused,critical bastard like you to like me,then I can do anything

If you'd rather not write the next bit, don't feel pressured to do it. I just wanted to present the opportunity for you to write about Spidey's first meeting with Ock and introduce us to something we didn't know about what happened that day.

No I would like to add something.I'll write the bit about their first battle.God knows I've read it enough times.I'm sure I can come up with something interesting.

 

[Silver S]

It must be because you're a female. Doc's a notorious player. If you ever meet him, bring protection (and yes, I do mean a gun).

He's coming back over here to visit the theme parks in Florida again you know. We're going to get in line for the Spider-Man ride a few times and then steal the 20 foot tall Ock standee out in front. Then we're going to run amock around town with it. It's going to be good times.

 

[Silver Sable]

Really? He's mean as a snake to me when we talk. Makes all kinds of disparaging remarks about my heritage and about how I never learned to read. No mercy whatsoever.

It must be because you're a female. Doc's a notorious player. If you ever meet him, bring protection (and yes, I do mean a gun).

C'mon.Ock would never do anything like that.He's a great guy

 

[Silver Sable]

About 6-8 posters.It's all I can fit on my walls [/quote]

That's it? I thought you had lots more lol

 

[Herr Logan]

He's coming back over here to visit the theme parks in Florida again you know. We're going to get in line for the Spider-Man ride a few times and then steal the 20 foot tall Ock standee out in front. Then we're going to run amock around town with it. It's going to be good times.

He's what??

Dammit, Ock, are you flying straight to Florida to meet Silver S instead and skipping Maryland altogether?!

What about that drink we were gonna have? What about watching the Ock scenes in 'Spider-Man 2'?

 

[Herr Logan]

C'mon.Ock would never do anything like that.He's a great guy

Taking a cue from Silver S, here's a cookie, darlin'.

 

[Nicklogic]

hey Logan? I apologize. Spiderman 3 is not looking good right now and it is going to take some severe acting to prove a good story or venom for that matter.

There's been a turn of events and I think i'm off being an optimist anymore.

 

[Silver Sable]

Taking a cue from Silver S, here's a cookie, darlin'.

What's with everyone with me having a cookie? 1st it was silver, now it's you lol