So you're Death Adder.
You get yourself surgically enhanced by Roxxon. You've got some poison tipped claws, some gills, a bitchin' bionic tail among a whole host of other awesome snaky powers.
You score yourself a spot in the creme-de-la-creme of super-villain terrorist groups: The Serpent Society.
You're living the high life. You've got more money, chicks and excitement that you could ever possibly imagine. As part of the society you've got the solemn respect of the rest of the super-villain community. You've got an awesome social life hanging out with party animals like
Puff Adder,
Rock Python and chick magnet
Bushmaster.
If you ever do think about death you imagine it's going to happen in a blaze of glory in the heat of battle. Maybe you'll go down in an epic throwdown with Captain America or maybe fighting along side your fellow Society members against a revenge crazed M.O.D.O.K.
Either way, you'll die as you lived. A powerful, dangerous but dignified man deserving of our respect and reverence...
WRONG!
(Today's moment of toilet humour was brought to you by the awesome Punisher #10 wherein Frank battles Death Adder and Basilisk in a public bathroom....then doesn't wash his hands! Eewwwwww!)
