Ok, let's do this one last time. My name is Numaan bin Abdul Rauf. I was bitten by a radioactive spider that somehow resurrected and for the past 9 years, I've been 2098-B's one and only... Spiderman. Or so I thought. Well, I go by Spider-Reaper, but that's irrelevant for now. I fight bad guys who could literally choke me or break my bones thrice every two weeks, troll people online, invent my own shit, visit every Comic-Con, do surgeries and work 24/7 in the hospital, eat instant noodles and drink Monster energy cans and... Y'know the rest, I guess. How I ended up getting bitten by a resurrected spider, I have no fucking idea but one thing's for sure... I regret living.