Not done,but i'm making this thread because the last one got too off topic.
I woke up, and tumbled out of my cold, itchy bed.
That’s how life is in the city of Deadpool.
I decided to skip breakfast; my cereal was already filled with roaches.
I grabbed my grey coat, the exact color of my skin, and the mirror taunts me with my ever lasting smile-I need to get a real avatar soon…
I walk outside, wishing I could frown.
The city looks rotten, and dead.
There is a man on my corner, trying to sell produce to survive.
“You wanna buy this apple?” he meekly says, knowing nobody in the city had money to spend. Walking a few blocks, I cross the street.
I always hated those Advice dog variants.
The Advice dog variants are a strange cult, revolving around attention. They sport rainbow striped robes, and run wild around the City, screaming random phrases.
Next-door to the Variants is a condemned warehouse, I quickly run in. In rusty, weathered letters the front door reads “CAMOAWAM”
I am an officer; always trying to convince the Admin’s that it is a meme.
A hooded figure sits at a table in front of me, he tells me to take a seat.
That’s not the leader.
“Who are you?” I ask.
“You sound nothing like Redspear, show me your face.”
He removes the hood.
And there, I see it.
The face of hell.
He is known by nobody, nobody but me.
His name?
Mafia boy.
I rush out of the building, blindly darting around.
This was shocking, my leader was gone-I was like a pawn without a leader…
I needed to put myself together, and I couldn’t do it in this hell hole. I went found the dirt road that leads out of Deadpool, and I looked at the sign that loomed above me. “YOU ARE NOW LEAVING DEADPOOL.DON’T STEAL ANYTHING.”
Under it, the ground switched immediately from a cold, dirt road to a sleek asphalt one. I took my first step out of the city, the air smelled clean and fresh, kind of.
I kept going, and I noticed where I was.
Submissionopolis.
The sky was a slightly light gray, the clouds where white. The ground was sort of dark gray…I think.
Nothing about it was definite; it all seemed like a question.
As I kept walking down the highway, a white-is cab pulled up to me.
The mirror rolled down, and I shuddered.
It was a black guy, with a grey handlebar moustache.
He asked me “Need a lift?” in a casual way.
I said no, and coughed.
The air changing so fast must have agitated my lungs.
He stared at me in Horror and said, in a ghostly voice
“SHUT.”
“DOWN.”
“EVERYTHING.”
I quickly walked away.
People in Submissionopolis are weird.
When I finally reached the city, it was more peaceful think.
There was a short, rich looking man on what I think was a horse.
And a large man with a beard and a crown, selling burgers.
I casually walked over and gave him around two dollars.
He handed me a burger with something that MIGHT be cheese.
I practically inhaled it, and then a billboard caught my eye.
“VISIT CONFIRMED WORLD, A LAND OF PROPER SPELLING AND DEFINITE MEMES.”
And I had an epiphany.
This is where I had to go; I just couldn’t go back to Deadpool after seeing what MIGHT be paradise.
I couldn’t even stay here, I think. I need something definite, something absolute.
And confirmed world is where it’s at.
But that was so far away, how was I to get there?
I had an idea.
It was pretty late; the admins were all probably off. I went into an internet cafe and made a meme entry.
“Flying saucer thing that takes people to confirmed world”
I waited, and then in a few seconds, that very same thing was outside of the cafe.
I jumped in, and started my way to Confirmed World…
Zipping around the sky, I for once in my life felt relaxed.
And then I stopped.
I noticed that from a few hundred feet, I was hurdling towards the ground, my saucer was gone-I realized that an admin had Deadpooled it.
Seeing as I had nothing left to do, I simply curled into a ball and waited for my impact.
It came, but not a hard as I expected.
I was on a hard surface, no doubt. And it was damp.
I figured it was my own blood, but I felt no pain.
Miraculously, I got up, and surveyed my surroundings.
That wasn’t my blood, it was damp wood.
I looked around, and I noticed I was on a ship.
It wasn’t vacant.
I saw a shadow from around a corner, of what seemed to be a very large man.
I hid behind a barrel, trying to be silent.
“Who’s that?!” I heard.
I peeked through a hole, and saw it was no man.
It was a hippo, with a pirate hat, wielding a large mallet with the inscription “BH” on it
I figured since he was pretty big, I could just outrun him if he was violent so I slowly crept up, with my hands in the air.
I told him my story, everything that had happened today.
He chuckled and introduced himself.
“My Name’s Captain Blubber, and you are?”
I introduced myself.
All of a sudden, a huge gong sounded.
He grinned, and I shuddered.
It was time.
Meme Elimination Game.
Meme elimination game, a cruel blood sport popular only in Confirmed world-it seems that is where I had landed.
As I neared the stadium, I noticed the city, how beautiful it looked compared to Deadpool City.
It was a rich town, with lots of useless parks with fountains, lots of museums of memes and lots of snobbery. Lots of Admin’s hung around here, like my newly found friend Blubber, and Chris.
Waiting in line for the Stadium with Blubber, he told me he was going to go abuse his admin powers, and take a seat in the front row.
Even though I disliked the whole sport, he said he’d save me a spot so I couldn’t turn him down.
I noticed at the end of the line, a whole group of people that look like me where being denied entrance.
I realized why, the noob avatar we where all wearing.
I dashed out of line and behind the stadium, looking for a dumpster.
I rooted the nearest one, and I could only find two avatar’s that fit.
A boxxy/awesome smiley or an ogre.
I took the ogre.
Heading back to the line, I quickly rushed up to the front, saying I was with Blubber.
The bouncer, a big red-headed dude with a goatee grunted, and opened the gate. Finally inside, I walked over to the seat next to a very content Blubber, who was fixated on the arena-eating popcorn.
The rules were simple. Contestants where held to the ceiling a few hundred feet over a pit filled with spikes.
People were constantly voting and placing bets on who would live the longest.
Each contestant was held up by twenty ropes, whenever someone in the crowd voted them down, a rope was shot off by a marksman.
Whenever someone voted up, a rope from the ceiling came down to said contestants level, allowing the contestant to tie themselves onto a new rope.
Some where more well off-a little blue lizard lay sleeping in a rope hammock, of at least thirty ropes.
Meanwhile, a man on a bulldozer was missing a few, and with the combined weight of the man and bulldozer with the missing ropes, it looked like he was going to fall soon.
Then I noticed, in the balcony seats.
King Dubs.
And he had a man behind him with a gun, presumably one of the marksmen.
Then I noticed it wasn’t just anybody.
It was Redspear.
And he wasn’t aimed at the contestants.
He was aimed at King Dubs.
I could have ran, and pretended it never happened, that I saw nothing.
I could have walked back home to deadpool, and continued my life there.
I could have just watched Redspear shoot King Dubs.
But I didn’t.
I had come this far, too far to go back to being an officer for Camoawam…
I rushed up the stairs, and ran to the balcony.
A man in a green fedora with a golden guitar pushed me away.
“King Dubs doesn’t want to be interrupted.”
I had no choice but to return to my seat and watch, as Redspear grinned, and waited for King Dubs to turn around.
Then I noticed the bouncer with the goatee, sprint towards Redspear.
With an evil grin, I saw his mouth word out the phrase I knew he was going to say; I could have almost heard it.
“It is TOO a meme.”
An ear shattering bang echoed through the stadium, and as I looked in horror, I saw the man slumped down, and slowly a pool of blood surrounded him.
I noticed King Dubs was no longer there, he was wise for fleeing from a madman with a gun.
As the crowed ran around wildly, screaming and trying to get out, all I could notice was the blood splattered grin on Redspear’s face.
And then I gasped in horror.
That blood splattered face…
Looked back.
For a few more seconds, we simply stared at each other, waiting for the other to do something.
Too tired to run, and too underpowered to fight, I look around for Blubber and his Banhammer, but to no avail.
By now, the stadium was completely empty, just me and Redspear.
He leaped down, landing on his feet and making a small crater in the cement.
As he slowly walked towards me, I slowly walked back.
“So you left Camoawam, eh?”
I was scared to the point that I was gasping for air.
“No, I…Uh-Well, you see-the thing is…”
I could barely make a sentence much less defend myself.
He laughed and snapped his fingers.
A dreadful silence filled the air.
And then…
I heard powerful rumbling, from all around me.
It seemed to be coming from everywhere.
All of a sudden, it stopped.
And then, the most shocking thing I have ever seen happened.
The ground erupted, and a lava covered figure came out.
Redspear giggled, like some sort of maniacal toddler.
“Kill him.”
My jaw dropped as the lava dripped off-Redspear had impressive bodyguards.
The figure was a girl, covered in leather and spikes, with all sorts of chains and metal on her outfit. She held an axe about as big as me, which dripped some sort of black ooze.
“Seeing as you left, I replaced you…Twice.”
I raised my brow; I had only seen one person.
Then, I felt a stabbing pain in my gut.
I looked down, and there sticking out of my chest was a pulsating rainbow knife.
The wielder put their head on my shoulder and laughed.
“Suits you.”
It was another girl, with a ponytail and glasses, in those dreaded rainbow striped robes.
The knife began to heat, and shocked me like some sort of taser from hell.
On my knees, the first person came up to me, axe on her shoulder and about to swing
“Nighty Night.”
She swung it faster then the human eye.
That was the day I died.
awoke with a swaying feeling, and I fell off of whatever I was on, and the swaying continued.
I looked around, my eyes still opening.
It looked like a cabin, but it was too out of shape to be one.
On the shelves were broken compasses and guns with no ammo, it seemed like it was some sort of joke.
The walls were covered in pirate memorbillia, covered with flags and whatnot.
I noticed a small desk near me with some soup on it, and a small statue.
Not hungry, I went towards the statue; upon further inspection I found it was a Buddha Statue.
I looked at it with my head cocked and smiled.
I felt delirious and figured my brain was swaying, not the room.
Then the statue talked.
I jumped back about a foot, landing on my back.
“Go up.”
I looked at it, with a dazed look on my face.
The day was becoming stranger and stranger.
It repeated “You will find the way, up.”
I looked around; there were no stairs, nor ladders.
“Up?”
The statue motioned for me to come closer, so I did.
It smacked me upside the head “Think harder.”
I thought Buddha was supposed to be kind.
I stumbled around, dizzy and confused-my captors most have used some sort of drug on me.
The room began spinning, and colors started forming.
The last thing I remember was falling down, square on my head-passing out.
I had a dream, as I lay on the cold, wooden floor.
I was surrounded by that Buddha statue, all of them spoke in unison.
“Up.”
“Up.”
“UP.”
I awoke, and I no longer felt so delirious.
I walked over to the Buddha, and it did not talk to me.
The room did not spin, and there were no colors.
But that creaky swaying was still there.
After about an hour worth of looking, there was no stairway.
No pole, ladder, elevator or even hole in the ceiling.
It was like that room was its own world, and I suddenly felt very alone.
Very alone and claustrophobic.
I rummaged through the desks and shelves, and the only interesting thing I could find was a board game.
I sighed and threw it on the floor, and lay on by hammock.
The pieces to it were spheres with flat bottoms, so they naturally rolled.
One rolled to me, so out of curiosity I looked at it.
It was a sickly green, almost the same color as my skin.
On the bottom were two small letters.
I grinned.
I found up.
I pushed my thumb into the writing, and it began to glow.
In shock, I dropped it, and it began to glow more. The room was soon filled with a haunting green light, I closed my eyes.
Then, a sharp rumbling noise came.
The ground below me started shaking, more than it was rocking. And suddenly, the centre of the room began to shrink.
And expand at the same time.
A hole in the middle of the room, definitely.
Getting wider and wider.
I fell, and landed on cold, hard concrete.
I looked up, and there I saw a flying ship, and the hole began to close-The flag was what caught my eye.
It was a jolly roger, but the skull was deformed, having a long, fat nose.
I looked around, and I almost jumped.
I had landed myself in Redspears lair, and around me, all sorts of mechanical torture devices were strewn about.
The ground was orange and shaggy, like some sort of carpeting.
I heard a door opening, and hid under a rusty medical table.
There, I heard a conversation, between two familiar voices.
Redspear…
I gulped and realized who was with him.
Mafia Boy.
He had the power of ten thousand Failwhales, and the cold, evil heart of an army of Desu’s.
“I thought I told you to keep Menning alive.” I heard, in a horrendous Brooklyn accent.
“I’m sorry; I just had the perfect opportunity.”
“Opportunity? I can summon IT and you thought that THEN you had an opportunity!?”
“I’m sorry…To be fair, it wasn’t there.”
“Because I have to summon it-Which I will now.”
“Please, I don’t want to hurt all of them, just Chris-I gave you my power to summon it, and you gave me the minions. The deal has already been made, why do you want more?”
A long pause occured, and the room’s light got darker, the air colder.
“Simple.”
“I want my minions back.”
I heard Redspear trying to run away, but the doors locked themselves.
I heard chanting in a foreign language, seemingly mingled in a Brooklyn accent.
Then, the room began to glow a sick lime green, and the light bulbs began to shake, then simultaneously short circuited.
Then, I saw out of the corner of my eye, a horrendous beast, slithering around.
I look at the monster.
And the monster…
Looks.
At.
Me.
