(Minecraft Roleplay) Spider-Man: My Destiney EXTRA ROLES

Peter is a good kid, Jonah. He risks his neck out there every day getting you those photos, and all you ever do is drag him—and Spider-Man—through the mud. Maybe it's time you started looking at the hero instead of the mask.

We’re the Daily Bugle, not a gossip rag. If we print headline after headline calling a guy a menace without real proof, we aren't informing the city—we're panicking it. We owe the people of New York the truth, regardless of how you feel about him.

Take a breath, Peter. I’ve worked with Jonah for twenty years; I know when his bark is louder than his bite. You do good work, kid. Don't let his noise make you lose sight of why you pick up that camera in the first place.

I built this empire brick by brick, body by body, long before you were wearing tights and leaping off rooftops. New York belongs to Maggia, boy. And no costumed vigilante is going to ruin seventy years of work.

Time is the only enemy a man can't bribe or intimidate. But money? Science? They can purchase miracles. I will not die in a suit, staring at a ceiling. I will take back my city, even if I have to tear it down to rebuild it.

You think that mask makes you special, Spider? You’re just another pest in my city. I’ve crushed men ten times stronger than you with a single phone call. Step in my way again, and I’ll make sure everyone you love pays the price.

Now hold on just a minute, small fry. Out here in the big city, folks are supposed to respect their elders. Me and the boys got a job to do, and I'd hate to have to use this lasso to break a kid's neck on a Tuesday.

You move fast, Spider, I'll give you that. But speed don't mean a thing when you're wrapped up tighter than a prize steer at a rodeo. Stand still and make this easy on yourself—we get paid the same whether you're breathing or not.

Told ya, Tombstone sends his regards. You think you're the first hero to come waltzin' into our territory? Fancy tricks don't work on guys like us. Boys, pin 'im down—let's show this bug how we do things back home.

Listen to me, Spider-Man. The mayor wants your head on a spike, and half the precinct agrees with him. I don't give a damn about your mask or your parade, but you get results when the system fails. Keep out of my officers' way, and I'll buy you ten minutes before I have to order them to open fire.

You call him a menace because he doesn't carry a badge? Look at the streets out there! We're fighting a war against monsters, mobsters, and tech we barely understand. He's doing the job nobody else can. Like it or not, this city needs him.

Clear the perimeter and get forensics on those web lines! I don't want a single reporter crossing that tape. We've got three armed suspects down and a warehouse full of stolen military gear—and I intend to process this scene by the book before the Daily Bugle twists it.

You got a real big mouth for a guy in tights, Spider! Back in the old days, a punk like you would’ve been wearin' cement shoes in the East River before lunch. Times might change, but the Maggia still runs these streets!

You think you're fast, kid? Let's see how fast you move when I ram this solid steel skull right through your ribcage! I ain't called Hammerhead 'cause I like carpentering—now stand still!

Tombstone thinks he can step into my turf and tell me how to run my business? He's dreamin'. I built this crew on blood, iron, and respect. Anybody who tries to take what's mine gets crushed. Simple as that.

You mistake silence for weakness, boy. In my city, the loud ones make headlines, but the quiet ones make history. I don't raise my voice because I don't need to. When Lonnie Lincoln speaks, people obey—or they disappear.

Go ahead, punch me again. Break your fists against my skin if it helps you feel like a hero. Thousands have tried to hurt me, Spider-Man, and every single one of them ended up under six feet of dirt. You won't be any different.

Chaos is bad for business, and right now, you're creating a whole lot of chaos. I offered you a chance to walk away, to let the big dogs run the street. But you just couldn't leave it alone. Now, I have to make an example out of you.

Norman Osborn stole my life's work, branded me a criminal, and threw me to the wolves! But steel doesn't bleed, and my creations don't forget. Osborn built an empire on my genius, and now I'm going to tear it down wire by wire.

Flesh is weak, Spider-Man. It grows tired, it bleeds, it decays. My machines do none of those things. You aren't fighting a man—you're fighting an army of perfection programmed to dismantle you piece by piece.

Don't be a fool! Science isn't about blind ambition—it's about precision! The formula isn't stable, and if we rush the process, the consequences won't just destroy the lab... they'll destroy us all!

Watch the suit, bug! This silk is imported. You might be strong, but you're clumsy—and speed don't mean a thing if you can't land a glove on me. Let's see how well you dodge a kick to the jaw!

Montana ropes 'em, Ox crushes 'em, and I make it look good. That's the formula, kid! You got lucky last time, but you ain't quick enough to deal with all three of us at once.

The boss isn't paying us to stand around and chat. You came to the wrong neighborhood, hero. Now, you can lie down nice and quiet, or I can make this real painful. Choice is yours.