Hey, guys, need some help. Something of a story required first, but please be patient.
So last summer I moved out to go live in an apartment up in New York, in Queens.

Life was going great. Met this cool guy across the hall, and we started hanging out together at the local coffee house.

Even went to some parties together. Shit was wild. (Long story, I know, but hold on).

Anyway, one day we went to this science fair where all these cool genetic experiments were going on. The sun was shining and it seemed a really great day out, when all of a sudden, this woman in a lab coat told us all that one of the test subjects had gotten loose!
Well, surprise surprise, I found it. :[

Anyway, I think I've told you guys this part of the story before. tl;dr, the spider turned out to be a really swell guy (general manager at the local Wal-Mart, those of you interested ;] ) and we ended up getting hitched up.
Not so good for him:

But great for him:

Anyhow, after getting married we went through some rough patches, but I really think we've worked it out now. Only thing is, I've started noticing some weird changes to my body that only seem to have come up since me and the spider...uh...you know.
Anyway, I realised I was starting to stick to walls and stuff. Plus my reactions went mental good, almost like I was aware of danger before it even happened. Kinda scary, but also kinda fun too, I guess.
I didn't tell the spider - he would only worry about me, and he has a lot on his plate with rumours of a big promotion coming up - but I asked my science geek friend to help me out and I built some web-shooters (pretty nifty, huh?):

After that I couldn't help but make a costume and try out my new skills in fighting crime in the city!

Things were looking swell. My life had taken an unexpected and exciting new turn, with a sweet marriage going on and a whole other life of glamorous superhero-action that took place while my spider husband was at work!
But then, this happened, as you may recall. :[

IKEA was some super-jerk superstore that completely ruined my spider's chances of promotion. The Wal-Mart he worked at went under thanks to the big new competition (this IKEA was branching out BIG-TIME, and soon everyone in Queens was shopping Swedish-style while my all-American spider's Wal-Mart was left in the cold like yesterday's jam).
Bad times. So maybe I thought I'd try and do something about it, you know? What with all my great new web-slinging powers and such. So I thought I'd try and 'influence' the corporate game.
Boy did I make a mistake. Before I knew it I was being bundled into a van of frozen meat-balls and shipped out to the Amazonian rainforest! Not only that, but those IKEA goons left me naked with only a spatula...

...four meringues...

...and 50 waterproof matches.

It was really cold and I was hungry and had no idea how to catch and eat a monkey.
Thankfully you guys helped me out (thanks!!! :] ) and I managed to survive on the monkey's carcass until rescue came.
So things are looking up, right? Wrong. Turns out that while I'd been gone, IKEA had burnt down my apartment, and were holding my spider husband hostage.
Here's the ransom photo they sent:

So yeah, I was pissed.
So here's where you come in. I got some spider-powers (wall-crawling, spidey senses, enhanced reflexes and strength...but no web-slingers, IKEA goons took those and I don't know where to find my science geek friend to make me new ones :[ ), I got a spider husband somewhere in the woods (???) to find and rescue, all the while escaping the clutches of the IKEA corporation and their goons...
What do I do? I'm making this post from a hotel in ******, can't stay long, IKEA will be onto me soon. I think they know about my crime-fighting alter-ego (Man-Spider), too. Will check up at the next internet pay-phone I find, wherever that may be. For now I'll keep moving.
Advice, plx.
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