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| - Earth-7086. The events and history are exactly the same as Earth-616. Up until 2015, when Doctor Strange battled an evil necromancer named Kursarr the Dark. Kursarr cast a dark curse on Strange before teleporting away. Strange was starting to transform into something, and before he fully transformed he managed to contact the Avengers. Afterwards, he collapsed and began changing... into a WEREWOLF! A month later. Doctor Strange has gone out of control. The Avengers tried to save him but he scratched one of them, turning THEM into a werewolf. Soon, the curse spread like crazy. The world was in a state of emergency. The people of New York were trapped. No way out. They had to stay inside and hide, or else the curse would spread to them, too. There were some survivors, notably three ones in particular. Frank Castle, the Punisher. Crystal. Spider-Man. They were hiding out in the sewers. Maybe it was safe down there. That's when Frank remembered... there was one super-villain who always liked to lurk in the sewers. Vermin! The werewolf Vermin ambushed them, and tried to bite Spidey. Spider-Man quickly moved out of the way, but Vermin grabbed his leg with his tail. Frank shot Vermin's tail off, and then finished the job by shooting Vermin right between the eyes. They had to get out of there. What if Vermin was part of a pack? They rushed to the surface. The surface. Frank hadn't seen the surface since the curse began. He tried to fight back. It was too overwhelming. He took cover in the sewers but... he wasn't the only one. He met up with Crystal and Spidey, and the three decided to stick together. Was it as bad as Frank remembered it? No. Worse. There wasn't a single building standing, or at least as far as Frank could see. It was pitch black. Was it day or night? Or did the wolves do something that blocked out the sun? Maybe it was part of the curse? Werewolves on a full moon only? It wasn't the time for questions. They had to move. Quick. Before... Too late. They had been spotted. Frank turned around. The Fantastic Four were right behind them. All four of them. Werewolves. Mr. Fantastic howled up to the sky. And then others came. They were completely surrounded. No way out...
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