Friday, February 24, 2012

I'm Ready For The Weekend Because My Thoughts Are Turning To Murder

I had an idea that perhaps all of Matt Murdock's misfortunes over the last however-many-years it's been for him were because he wasn't really Matt Murdock. He was actually one of Arcade's Murderbots in disguise. Yep, a Murdo-bot living his life, surreptitiously killing and torturing all of Matt's nearest and dearest.

Failing that, we could always learn Matt had been infected with an artificial version of Omega Red's "death spores". Assuming one could turn them on or off remotely, it would be a great way to get revenge. Infect your hated enemy and watch as their very presence slowly destroys their loved ones. Just remember to turn spore production to "off" if they come to see you. Really, I can't believe there isn't some unscrupulous former Soviet scientist in the Marvel Universe selling those. Surely one of the guys who bonded carbonadium to Omega Red was clever enough to keep a few samples for study. Oh, and survive Logan and Maverick blowing stuff up on a covert mission.

One more, a different take on the first one. All that misery and woe was because Daredevil spent an unfortunate amount of time in a highly realistic Murderworld. It wasn't Arcade's first choice to try and slowly grind DD down, but that's the risk of work for hire. Meet the customer's specifications. The upshot to this is, we could theoretically cram years of bad happenings into a weekend, if we figure Arcade utilized some perception altering hallucinogenics, or some sort of subtle sensory input Daredevil's heightened senses were able to perceive which was throwing him off without his awareness.

Fine, that one doesn't explain how people actually keep dying or going nuts, but heck, if Daredevil's occupied in this hellish Murderworld, anything could be happening in the outside world.

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