Chapter 61: Welcome to Murder World Part I

Chapter Sixty One: Welcome to Murderworld Part I

Inside a large control room, surrounded by numerous computers and sound equipment, a gentleman sat right at a monitor, as he monitored a terrified government agent attempt to claw his way out of trap but he found the walls crushing in on him, as razor sharp spikes protruding from the walls were dangerously close to slicing him into ribbons.

“You best figure out a way from that trap in about the next sixty or so seconds or I'm afraid the game is over for you,” said the gentleman. He wore white suit, with a gaudy looking tie of multiple colors that were splashed around in an erratic manner and he had wild red hair. No one knew of his real name and he had many aliases.

He did have one that he was best known as and many in seedier circles knew him as a dangerous international assassin named Arcade. He had quirks, as he forced his enemies to compete at his speciall designed amusement park called Murderworld.

It was only amusing for him, not so much for the people who he was tasked to take out.

“Let me out of here you nutcase!” shouted the agent frantically.

“Taking time to yell at me, will mean you have less time to escape,” said Arcade as he shook his head. “Its only the second level of Murderworld, surely you're not going to fold this soon.”

The government agent, grabbed the spike and began to try and tug it from the wall but the spike broke up and the agent paused, as the walls had stopped.

“Bravo, you've managed to pull the one spike that managed to stop the room,” said Arcade but he paused as the spikes burst open, which began to spray acid in the room. “Of course you had to touch that other spike. The one that releases acid into the room. There's still time. All you have to do is think....which appears to be a fundamental flaw within you.”

The victim attempted to find a way out, but he found that it was fruitless and the room was filled with acid. Arcade watched the progress, as he watched the acid dissolve the man in short order, as it began to eat through the floor. He gazed upon the skeletal remains, as he shook his head, saddened.

“No one makes this a challenge any more, they always die too quickly,” said Arcade with regret, slightly bored “Another million for this one on top of my initial million fee. Adding to my countless millions already.”

Arcade turned off the monitor, as he just leaned back in the chair.

“It does seem like I never have to design anything past Kindergarten level anymore,” said Arcade. “Its been a long time since anyone's even made it halfway through Murderworld. Is it too much to ask for someone who would actually test my traps? A challenge?”

“I believe you'll be pleased with our next client,” said a woman who had her hair tied back, wearing glasses and a business suit with high heels.

“Who is it, Miss Locke?” asked Arcade.

“Our next payment comes from someone who calls himself the Master Planner, over in the States,” said Miss Locke but Arcade just nodded. “New York in fact.”

“The newest version of Murderworld is running in that state, so this Master Planner is lucky, I'll take the job,” said Arcade. “Who is the person we have to deal with?”

“Look for yourself,” said Miss Locke, as the computer screen came to life and a file image of Spider-Man appeared. Arcade gripped the side of his chair and a grin appeared on his face.

“The spectacular Spider-Man, this is fantastic, someone who might actually challenge me,” said Arcade as he leaned back. “Miss Locke, I want everything you can find on Spider-Man. Everything.”

“I can have it within the next three days,” said Miss Locke with a nod.

“Then be prepared to go to New York within five, as I can make the modifications to Murderworld to better fit our arachnid friend by then,” said Arcade, who was more excited about the prospect of testing his amusement park on Spider-Man than anyone else had had been contracted to take care of in years.

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“And this is what my life has come to,” thought Spider-Man as he swung over the New York City streets as he followed pursuit of the villainous who had dubbed herself the White Rabbit, on the back of a giant mechanical rabbit statue and two goons who looked as if they were sharing the same brain.

“Move it, you two, he's right behind us!” yelled the White Rabbit in a shrill voice, who looked gleeful. She had took her inheritance and built herself a giant robot rabbit statue, to go on a crime spree. Granted, it was not like she needed the money, but what else was she going to do with the time?

“You know, I better call up Hef, tell him that one of his bunnies have gone missing!” taunted Spider-Man as he closed in on the White Rabbit who continued.

“Move it!” shrieked the White Rabbit.

“I don't know how much faster I can go,” grunted one of the thugs, but Spider-Man swooped down and the two thugs, in their attempt to attack him had clonked their heads together.

“Well, I can see that you're scrapping to the bottom of the barrel,” said Spider-Man, as he had with several kicks knocked the rabbit robot into the wall and the White Rabbit had to jump off to escape being smeared against the wall. She reached into her handbag, and held two carrots. “Really? Really? Wow...kind of lame.”

She threw the carrots at the ground but they just hit the ground harmlessly.

“I picked up the wrong ones!” she shrieked, as instead of her explosive carrots, she had picked up two regular carrots but she suddenly looked at Spider-Man with what she thought to be a smug superior look but was quite of dopey and over the top. “Well, Spider-Man, you can't beat me, so you might as well just let me go.”

“What?” asked Spider-Man in confusion before he amended sarcastically. “Because of your super genius plan that's bound to beat me, I guess.”

“No, because I'm a girl, and you can't hit me, because that would be wrong,” said the White Rabbit as she rolled her eyes. “Stupid, duh, stupid, you can't hit a lady. I mean, you're the good guy, what kind of example would that give?”

“Well to call yourself a lady would be kind of pushing it, with that get up” said Spider-Man as he took a step forward and the White Rabbit took a step forward, before she picked something from her purse.

“Stay back, this is a hyper sonic death ray thingy of death and destruction and I'll blow you to icky little spider bits!” shouted the White Rabbit and Spider-Man just looked at the object in her hand.

“That is a hair dryer,” dead panned Spider-Man and the White Rabbit switched it on but there was no air coming from it and a cord dangled from the appliance. “And you need an electrical outlet for it too. Did you really think this through before you decided to put on that outfit and go out today?”

He casually shot a line of webbing out, to hold her in place. She tripped and fell over.

“HEY, HEY, THAT'S NOT FAIR!” shrieked the White Rabbit. “I HAVE RIGHTS! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! I'LL SUE!”

Suddenly a webbing gag found its way around her mouth to silence her.

“Yeah, go ahead, but I doubt the courts will be sympathetic towards a woman who tried to tear up the city on a giant robotic rabbit” retorted Spider-Man dryly as he webbed up the two goons and left them for the police.

“So, do we still get paid?” asked one of the goons in a dull voice as Spider-Man swung off into the distance, as the police cars.

“I'm fighting someone calling herself the White Rabbit,” thought Spider-Man as he is shaking his head. “Oh well, easy night, best I could hope for in this day and age, but I really, really was hoping for something more.”

Spider-Man dropped down and answered his cell phone.

“Hi Gwen,” said Peter immediately.

“Hey, Peter, you do remember our plans for tonight don't you,” said Gwen.

“No, would I ever forget?” asked Peter.

“Well not forget, but I mean, you do have the tendency to get sidetracked a lot of the time,” said Gwen. “We're supposed to meet Harry and Liz in about an hour.”

“Still plenty of time, besides, I'm just getting off of work right now, get these pictures to Jameson and I'll be right over,” said Peter.

“Okay Peter, talk to you real soon,” said Gwen. “I love you, bye.”

“Love you too Gwen, bye,” said Peter as he put his cell phone away, slightly cheerful. With no crime present it appeared that he was relieved for the evening. Spider-Man began to swing off to find a place to change but suddenly his spider sense began to hit into overdrive.

“I knew that was too good to be true,” thought Spider-Man as a blast had echoed throughout the city and a gas grenade found its way through Spider-Man. Spider-Man rolled underneath the attack, to shield his face from the gas, before he passed out. “Someone's trying to take a shot at me, but why?”

Spider-Man on high alert, stood but his spider sense had continued to go into overdrive, as another two grenades dropped down but he found his culprit, a woman dressed in black on the ledge. Spider-Man began to scale the walls to go after her.

“You know, if you wanted to get my attention, I don't think throwing grenades would be the best thing to do,” said Spider-Man but immediately the woman had aimed a kick right at his head. “Really now, that was completely uncalled for.”

She refused to respond but instead began to attack Spider-Man, before she flipped up and then came down right on the top of his head. Spider-Man staggered and moved in for the attack but his attacker had grabbed his arm and turned him around, before she began to kick him right in the back of the leg several times. Spider-Man swung around and flipped her to the side. She kept her balance but Spider-Man's attempt to launch herself at her had nearly knocked her off the ledge where she was fighting.

The ledge crumbled and she nearly lost her balance and Spider-Man instinctively grabbed her arm, to prevent her from falling.

'So you are as hopelessly noble as my research indicated,” muttered the woman, as she whipped a stun gun from her glove and quickly took out Spider-Man. Spider-Man nearly slid off of the side of the building, but she grabbed him and pulled off her mask, to reveal the face of Miss Locke.

“I've got him, Arcade,” said Miss Locke as she reached forward, fingertips on the bottom of the mask and she began to pull it up.

“I do hope that you're not planning on removing his mask Miss Locke,” said Arcade and Miss Lock paused.

“Aren't you the least bit curious to see who's underneath the mask?” asked Miss Locke.

“Now, we were hired to kill Spider-Man, not the person who was underneath the mask,” admonished Arcade. “I prefer to carry out my agreements as specified. Make sure he's out and bring him to Murderworld. Everything is ready.”

Miss Locke nodded, as she held the unconscious Spider-Man before she jumped right into the air ship and drove off, the web slinger secured.

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Gwen stood outside of the restaurant and she checked her watch, as she bit her lip nervously. She resisted the temptation to reach for her cell phone and call Peter. She didn't want to come across as a nagging, untrustful girlfriend and she reasoned that there was a chance that Peter ran into some trouble.

“Just a couple of minutes late, Gwen, besides Harry and Liz aren't here yet,” thought Gwen as she peered up but there appeared to be no Peter but she saw Liz and Harry walking down the street right now.

“Harry, Liz, I was worrying that you wouldn't show up,” said Gwen with a false cheery voice. “So how was Europe Harry?”

“Just an average vacation, really, nothing happened,” said Harry with a completely straight face, as Liz just stood, arms crossed but she quickly straight up. “Where's Pete anyway?”

“Oh you know Peter, he'll be here when he gets here,” said Gwen with a strained smile. “I called him just before I left and he'll be on his way when he is here. Let's go find a table, this place can get pretty packed quickly.”

“Yeah, go get the table, I'll join you in a minute,” said Harry as Liz looked at him. “Bathroom you know, got to wash my hands and all that.”

Harry stumbled off, as he looked dazed but Gwen did not really pay attention to that or the pained anguished look on Liz's face. She looked out one more time to Peter, but he did not appear to be too near. She held the cell phone but shook her head.

“Give it a bit more time,” thought Gwen. “Peter can take care of himself. Don't stress, he'll be here and he'll be fine. Just give him a bit more time.”

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Spider-Man found himself waking up, right in front of a metal door.

“Excellent Spider-Man, you're awake, now the fun can begin,” boomed Arcade over the loud speaker. “Welcome to Murderworld. My name is Arcade! You've been chosen as the first person to beta test the New York version of my amusement park. In all, you'll find nine spine chilling levels, each with destruction. Find a way to defuse the traps in each level and survive to the end and you'll be able to walk home free, no questions asked. If you fail even one level, the good people of New York will be reading your obituary in the papers tomorrow morning.”

“You've got to as bent as a coat hanger if I am going through with this,” said Spider-Man as he got to his feet and stepped forward, but suddenly, he fell over, a metal shackle around his ankle throwing him off balance as he tried to escape through the park.

“I don't think that would be wise Spider-Man, I can pull a switch and fry your nervous system just like that,” said Arcade in a bored voice. “Don't want to do that, but if you force my hand, then I'll do things the boring way. Not my style. Right now, you're stunned. I'll shut off the shackle and the next movement should be right through that door, if you please.”

Spider-Man felt himself able to move and in a blink of an eye, he immediately attempted to remove the shackle, but found himself electrocuted as he tried to tamper with it.

“Save the fight for Murderworld Spider-Man, trust me, you'll need it, my arachnid friend,” said Arcade. “Through the doors and onto level one.”

“I can't believe I'm going to have to play through this stupid...death trap its what it is,” thought Spider-Man, as he found himself moving through the doors.

“So, you're going to let me go if I get through this Murderworld?” asked Spider-Man.

“Of course,” stated Arcade.

“I'm supposed to believe you,” said Spider-Man.

“As a gentleman, you have my word,” said Arcade with a chuckle. “Oh one more thing. No one has ever made it to the final level.”

“That's really reassuring,” thought Spider-Man with a pained grimace as he stepped in and the doors to the outside of the world slid shut. He braced himself for anything.

Right in front of him, a giant mechanical creature that resembled a black widow spider had moved it right towards Spider-Man.

“A Spider Slayer?” asked Spider-Man as the robot moved in and a laser raised out of it.

“Figured we'd start you off with something that is old hat, Spider-Man,” said Arcade over the loud speaker. “An old face from your past. I've studied everything about you that I could find and I want to make your time at Murderworld best tailored for you and no one else.”

“Great, a super villain that does his homework,” thought Spider-Man as he avoided the attacks of the Spider Slayer, before he studied it intently. “These things always have one fundamental flaw in it that I can exploit to beat this and it shouldn't be hard to overheat this one by plugging the air circulation points at the top..”

Spider-Man dodged an attack and did a somersault, before he landed right behind the Spider Slayer, before he raised his right arm and aimed his web shooters.

His webbing completely dissolved in a puff of smoke a split second after it left its web shooters.

“Defective, no problem,” thought Spider-Man as he moved around and prepared to change web cartridges, but when he had removed the supposed defective one from his web shooters, it burst into flames, and burned his hand. Spider-Man staggered around in pain.

“Good tactic, Spider-Man but I figured if you would be allowed to use your webbing, it wouldn't be a challenge,” remarked Arcade. “So to make things more fun, a chemical compound was introduced into the air at Murderworld, quiet harmless to you, but it causes your webbing to completely dissolve the moment it is exposed into open air.”

Spider-Man avoided more laser shots but he was barely able to outgun the Slayer and every time he got close, he tried to fire a missile at it.

“Think, Parker, think, there's got to be some way you can beat this thing before it blows you to bits,” thought Spider-Man but more blasts had fired right towards him. Then it struck him. “Of course!”

Spider-Man jumped into the air and he managed to use his acrobatic skills to avoid each assault, before he planted himself right on top of the Slayer. He immediately attempted to to rip off the containment shackle around his leg.

Spider-Man grimaced as he felt the electrical charge punish his body, but the Spider Slayer Robot was short circuited. The web slinger did a flip to land on his feet, as the Spider Slayer went out of control and attempted to go after Spider-Man with its slightly damaged navigation systems. The Spider Slayer moved right towards Spider-Man but the web slinger propelled himself right over the Slayer.

The robot smashed against the wall where it turned around and then completely collapsed. Spider-Man staggered forward.

“Level up, Spider-Man!” announced Arcade. “Only eight more to go. But I do warn you, its only going to get a bit harder from here.”

“I'm ready for whatever you throw at me!” shouted Spider-Man. “Give me your best shot.”

“I will,” replied Arcade, as suddenly, the floor had opened up from underneath Spider-Man and sent him crashing down. His spider sense had only warned him right before he crashed through and he did not have enough time before he landed on the ground.

Spider-Man rolled over dazed and he was in a dark room.

“Shouldn't be too much of a problem, I mean, Spider-Man, walking on walls, duh, going to be able to get out of here,” thought Spider-Man as he stepped over but his spider sense just went into overdrive and razor sharp spikes shot from the walls. “Okay, just a bit of a problem.”

“The clock is running Spider-Man, three minutes to find a way out of the room,” said Arcade as the walls began to slowly in. “Even your spider strength can't keep these walls apart for long. Better think quickly. This is the level that seventy four point eight percent of the people who have went through Murder World have met their grisly demise in.”

Spider-Man ignored the taunts of Arcade, as he tried to scale the spikes like a ladder, but an electrical charge had knocked him down right to the ground.

“Let me think, can't climb, webbings a no go,” thought Spider-Man as he thought quickly, as the walls slowly closed in. “Wait a minute, that spike looks a bit wonky, different from the others. It's got to be a switch of some sort.”

Spider-Man jumped over and prepared to put his hand on the spike, but his spider sense had stopped him.

“Wait, I'm guessing I'm not supposed to pull this, bait for people who would figure out such a thing,” thought Spider-Man as he stepped away, but he then closed his eyes. “About two minutes, Spidey, got to figure this one out.”

Spider-Man stepped around, as he saw another spike a bit higher up. It was slightly out of reach as he tried to jump for it.

“Tough luck, Spider-Man,” commented Arcade. “And only with about ninety seconds to go and no way to climb, no webbing, looks like you're out of luck.”

Spider-Man stepped back and then bent his knees, before he propelled himself right into the air. He managed to grab onto the bent spike on the wall and give it a slight pull, before it bent and the walls stopped.

The walls slid down into the ground and allowed Spider-Man movement to move on.

“Level up Spider-Man!” said Arcade. “I would have been sorely disappointed if you didn't defeat that level. Now onto Level Three, dance into my Disco of Death!”

“Disco of Death,” muttered Spider-Man dryly, as he wondered what was so dangerous about a disco.

The floor began to light up as Spider-Man was on the edge of the dance floor.

“Level Three Spider-Man, one that only less than a fourth of the people that have ever encountered Murder World has gotten to and one that only half of those people have survived,” announced Arcade. “Take the metal block on the shelf to the right and throw it onto one of the blue squares and see what happens. Go ahead, see.”

Spider-Man picked up the metal block and did so. Immediately when the block touched, it was flash frozen. Then a giant laser emitted from the disco ball and blew the frozen block into dust.

“Make it across the room, without touching a blue square and you'll live to play the next level,” said Arcade.

“I'm sick and tired of playing your lab rat!” shouted Spider-Man. “Why don't you fight me straight up?”

“Now that wouldn't be very sporting, I'm not a man of violence, rather a man of business and these death traps make my job so much more fun,” echoed Arcade over the loud speaker. “Now onto the dance floor.”

As he gritted his teeth, Spider-Man jumped right on dance floor, as he carefully bounced from square to square, his spider sense informing him should the square that he landed on turned blue.

“Now, I'm obviously making it too easy,” said Arcade and suddenly the disco ball started spinning and several lasers shot out, which forced Spider-Man to bounce all over the floor. “Now I've made things much more fun!”

“That dirty rotten coward!” thought Spider-Man angrily, as he began to just avoid and he just narrowly avoided being flash frozen, before a laser nearly cut through him. “I knew I should have played more video games as a kid instead of you know actually studying. There's got to be a way to make it across the room, I'm getting further away and more of these things are lighting up quicker...can't dodge these lasers forever.”

“This is only level three Spider-Man, looks like you're going to die,” said Arcade, sounding quite disappointed. “I thought better of you, you're going backwards, are you even trying?”

“Great, this guy is narrating my doom,” thought Spider-Man. “I feel like I'm stuck in a YouTube, Let's Play.”

Angered, Spider-Man propelled himself into the air and he dodged the lasers, before he climbed onto the disco ball and gripped onto it, before he used a burst of spider strength to make it spin faster.

A bit too fast as he found out and the disco ball began to spin out of control.

“Well this is going to suck,” thought Spider-Man as the chain that suspended the disco ball broke and it began to spiral in the air but it remained airborne and propelled Spider-Man right past the dance floor and smashed him right through the wall on the other side. The web slinger rolled over, covered dust and rubbed his eyes, before he got up. “Alive, at least I think I'm alive.”

“Level three is complete, congratulations Spider-Man, give yourself a hand,” said Arcade with a small amount of pride. “You're getting to the point where most are about ready to join their final reward. But don't get too comfortable now. You've just proved yourself to only be better than the average noob. Now the fun has just begun.”

“I'm sick and tired of your twisted idea of fun!” shouted Spider-Man but suddenly, the floor electrified right from underneath Spider-Man and stunned him completely. A pair of masked henchmen walked out and picked up the unconscious Spider-Man.

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“I don't know what's worse right now,” said Harry as he looked at Liz to the side and Gwen who sat on the other side of the table, in the empty seat where Peter was going to sit. “The service in this place or Peter's punctionality. Are you sure you told him the right place?”

“For the hundredth time, yes Harry,” said Gwen as she bit her lip in frustration. Worry was beginning to sit in. Peter was never late unless something bad happened and he would never avoid calling her unless something really bad happened. Harry just looked around.

“Okay, no need to get upset with me, Pete's not very dependable as of late,” said Harry. “I mean, guy's never around when you need him...”

“Harry, I'm sure Peter has a very good reason for where he is,” said Liz.

“That would be the day,” said Harry but he leaned forward, rubbing the side of his head and wincing.

“Harry, what's wrong?” asked Gwen.

“Bathroom, something in my eye,” said Harry, as he rubbed his face and walked off and Liz just frowned but said nothing. She just wished that she had the trust for Harry that Gwen obviously had for Peter.

“Maybe you should call him,” said Liz to Gwen and who just sighed.

“Yeah, I think I should,” said Gwen, as she looked outside. There was no sign of Peter walking down the street, apologetic because he was late. She began to call Peter's cell but she just held it to her ear and heard an ungodly amount of static. “I must be getting a bad connection or Peter's somewhere...”

“Paranoid Gwen, paranoid, you don't know, Jameson could have called him up at the last second and he was tied up,” thought Gwen as she tried again but there was no luck. “Or something could have happened to him. God, Peter, you have the worst luck in the world.”

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Spider-Man's eyes began to flicker open and he found himself strapped to a giant conveyor belt by his hands and feet, spread eagled.

“The fourth level Spider-Man, one that only approximately eight percent of the people who have survived that made it this far,” said Arcade as the conveyor belt began to move, as Spider-Man laid spread eagled, as he moved towards a rotating saw legs first. “You've got two minutes to figure out what you need to do or you'll be beside yourself. I should warn you that those straps are even hard to untangle, even with someone with the proportional strength of a spider.”

Sure enough, Spider-Man struggled but there was not even the slightest amount of give. He could loosen them just a bit and slip out, if he was loose.

“I can't believe I'm about to be done in the most cliched of cliches,” thought Spider-Man in despair, as he tried to shift his wrist and suddenly it hit him.

He managed to trigger the release on his web shooter that still had the cartridge inside. The cartridge slipped out and burst into flames. Spider-Man's right hand was free when the strap was burned and he reached around, before he loosened the strap around his left hand. He reached forward and he quickly loosened around each foot.

As he did, his spider sense went off and the conveyor suddenly tilted forward. Spider-Man found himself down a slide and he landed right on the ground with a thud. He quickly rolled over, to avoid the saw blade impaling him.

Suddenly he was surrounded by darkness but then seconds later, the lights came back on.

“Great work Spider-Man, level four has been cleared,” said Arcade but he just chuckled. “On a technicality due to the fact that one of my ways to hinder you actually helped you but that's what makes the game challenging. Now let's see you try and wiggle your way out of this one, Spider-Man!”

Several valves opened and the room began to fill with water at a rapid rate. Spider-Man looked up, but the top of the room was completely sealed off.

“The good news, I can swim,” thought Spider-Man. “The bad news is, the water pressure can kill me.”

Spider-Man walked over and attempted to climb the wall, but found himself sliding back down.

“Okay, that's not going to work,” muttered Spider-Man as he held his breath, before he dove into the water.

There had to be a way out. He struggled to hold his breath as he moved around and began to dig around on the floor. It was dirt or to be more accurate mud at the moment and it had to conceal an exit point of something.

“Jackpot,” thought Spider-Man as he managed to find a vent on the ground below him. “Now, got to get it open, before I run out of room to breath. Spider strength don't fail me now.”

With a tight grip, Spider-Man summoned all of the strength he could. He felt the strain but he managed to remove the cover and he slipped inside just in time, as he dropped the cover to slide down.

“Another slide, and this one turns,” thought Spider-Man as he found himself dizzied and then he dropped down a hatch, right on a large wooden plank in between two rooms. Spider-Man got right to his feet but he nearly staggered over the side. “Whoa, easy there Spidey, one wrong step and you're going down the hard way, where it looks like a long way.”

“The sixth level and I would take my hat off to you Spider-Man, as only five percent of those who have visited Murderworld have ever made it to this level,” said Arcade as he looked up and Spider-Man pulled himself up and he tried to open up the door but he found it remained unmoving. “The chasm is eight hundred and four kilometers below the earth at the bottom. Bit of a nasty spill, but one that could avoid by solving my patented logic puzzles at the other end.”

“They're Rubix Cubes,” said Spider-Man as he looked at them.

“They may bare a slight resemblance but they are in no way Rubix Cubes, they are Murderworld logic puzzles,” said Arcade. “I'm attempting to run a legitimate theme park and copyright infringement is something that I cannot abide by.”

“Wait you're willing to kill someone, but you won't engage in copyright infringement?” asked Spider-Man in confusion.

“We all have our standards,” said Arcade calmly before he moved on. “Solve them and the door will open leading you to level seven. Oh and on the bottom of each side of the platform is a sandbag of equal rate. The right side is being released when the clock starts. In four minutes, you're find out how far away the bottom is. Ready, set, go.”

Spider-Man moved over, as he began to sweat as he tried to figure out how to solve the cubes to get hi access to the next level.

“Keep it together, Spidey, there's no extra lives, no redos, no cheat codes, and that whack job is going to just continue to make you sweat,” said Spider-Man. “There is also no time to think this through. I have to rely on luck....yeah I'm doomed.”

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“Sixth level, he's much more than our research indicated,” said Miss Locke. “He might actually make it to the end.”

“You say this every time someone makes it this far, Miss Locke,” said Arcade. “No one has ever made it to the end. Because even I would be unable tobeat the eighth level or Muderworld. And I designed it. And the ninth level...well if Spider-Man does make it that far, he will wish he hadn't.”

“Someone like him shouldn't have gotten this far,” said Miss Locke. “He is reckless, immature, its almost like some kind of extra sense is guiding him.”

“Maybe,” said Arcade as he watched as Spider-Man appeared to hit a wall on the sixth level but there was still time before Murderworld had claimed its latest victim.

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