Caption: I'M OLIVER CLINTON, FORMER DEVELOPER FOR A SECRET GOVERNMENT ARMS COMPANY.
Panel 2: A bedraggled Oliver fires arrows at stacked milk bottles on a deserted island as a troupe of carnies wearing makeshift island clothes watches on.
Caption: ON ASSIGNMENT WITH A CIRCUS TROUPE THAT OPERATED EXCLUSIVELY ON A DESERTED ISLAND, I HAD TO LEARN HOW TO SURVIVE, AND HOW TO TRICK RUBES INTO PARTING WITH THEIR DOUGH FOR CHEAP CHINESE-MADE TRINKETS.
Panel 3: In a hammock, we see Oliver staring into the sunset, pensive.
Caption: DURING THIS ORDEAL, I HAD TO LOOK DEEP INTO MY SOUL, AND WHAT I SAW WAS THAT I WAS THE REAL RUBE, BEING TRICKED BY THE MILITARY-INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX INTO SERVING THEIR INTERESTS.
Panel 4: An old photograph of Oliver in front of the Sher-hawk-wood Flor-eye-st storefront with Black Widowcanary.
Caption: SO I MOVED TO SEATTLE AND BECAME A FLORIST, WHILE ALSO GETTING ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED WITH A RUSSIAN SPY.
Caption: WHO ALSO HAD SUPERSONIC SCREAM POWERS.
Caption: A LITTLE COUNTERPRODUCTIVE FOR SPYING, BUT I'M NO IAN FLEMING.
Panel 5: The viewpoint moves behind Oliver and we see that he's watching a drug deal, and has nocked a microphone arrow into his bow.
Caption: NOW, AS A MEMBER OF AVENGING JUSTICE, I PATROL THE STREETS OF SEATTLE, AND ON THE WEEKENDS FIGHT MUTANT/ALIEN/SUPERCRIMINAL MENACES FROM DIMENSION M.
Caption: AND WHEN I HAVE TIME, I KEEP THE DAY JOB GOING...
Panel 6: Oliver face-first in a flower arrangement at Sher-hawk-wood Flor-eye-st.
Caption: WHEN I CAN STAY AWAKE, THAT IS.