noooo i need an admin to take out the editing post part
i awoke dazed and confused. “where am i” i thought. is this hell? Even though i just started here im dead? it cant be hector ,i worshipped that guy. But chris menning didnt. what am i supposed to do. i know this cant be deadpool but what?its lonely.so cold.so dark. i didnt think about my life before i died but.
being here is cold and lonely. i only here an echo. an echo that will change my life..er…afterlife forever.DESU DESu DEsu Desu desu des de d… suuu… some strange person running. “i better run after that person” i said.
ten minutes later
“must of been a troll” i mutter to myself.
this place i want to go home. home that word.no one cared about me no one
all i can remember is working for deadpool but that had its perks right?
even though KYM knew who i was. im was just on a lower branchof them. even i had to take trips to Submissionopolis. they were for buisness trips. people delegated me to go there because they were too lazy. ever so lazy…lazy. i was lazy too but not that lazy… OMGKAWAIIUSAGIDESUMECHAMAHOUBAKA MEGAHYPERSUPERDUPERPOWERBBQSOSYAY was lazy. even though scott evenson was assistant manager in that place he was nobody to me.
God.. who ever you are… ima firin mah lazar at you.
gotta find who killed me.
i have to become either undead or a ghost.
Don’t mess with people’s storys.
That’s not cool.
fine but it is the after life
I lurrrrve spinoffs