Motley Howe had fallen on hard times. His classic alt/guitar rock band Black Circle broke up three years earlier and he pretty much spent all his cash on drugs and a nice home and three cars that he couldn't keep. Hard experimental synthetics of all sorts where on the market then and he went crazy on them. Howling. running through the streets biting everyone he got close to. People with crescent moon teeth marks weeping red tears would scream long after he had left they're site.
Who knows what was flashing through his raging mind. He ran and ran. Once he thought he saw a four foot tall Gingerbread man dash past him even faster. He must have been seeing things. He puked in the ally and collapsed behind a series of stinking trash cans. He was so tired that he fell into blackness in no time at all. With the city making his moaning and howling panic sounds all around him.
But when the Spider God called he was the first up and the first to arrive there. He had no troubles along the way. Spider God tells him his mission. It's to put down the Great Alarm and help stir the brain's from they're deaths.