<div align="center">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Cympyn132c/U3LFaJuuYlI/AAAAAAAAHYw/hPnKP_NdhCU/s1600/xx.jpg)</div>Name: Wade Wilson.<br/>Time: 13:45<br/>Tag: Deadpool's Apartment<br/>Wearing: What else ladies? ;) . ((His costume.))<br/>Multiple personality notes: Red stands for Wade. Blue stands for smart voice. Orange stands for his thought box. Green is his skater dude voice.<br/><br/>The sun shines bright through the nearby window. Despite the thick blanket draping over it. "huuuh..." He sigh's, as he lean's back in his recliner. His remote in one hand. A D-eagle in the other. "Well, today sucked. That Guanja I bought was bad, guy wouldn't return any call's." "Yeah, but it was so fun breaking down his door. And blasting him with that coach gun!" "Yes, it was quite enjoyable." . "Yeah, but then that girl down the hall refused to go out for chimichanges. And, worse off. She kicked me in the baby beans."  "But, do remember good sir. You got a good feel of her breasts before running back to the apartment." "Yeah... True... Very true smart voice. They were quite perky too! Well, hopefully the tv has something entertaining on." As wade finished.... Talking to the many voices in his head. He raised the clicker, turning on his old crappy Television.<br/><br/><br/>"The World you knew is over. The Age of Man is over, the Age of Flesh and Bone is over. Now we enter my Age, the Age of ULT-!" "BOOOOOOORIIIIING! Who let this dweeb on the telly." Wade said, as he changed the channel. "My attempts in the past to overthrow you have been foiled by the Avengers and others like them....but now they are no more signific-" He then flip's the Chanel once more, as he leans to the left, pressing the barrel of his pistol against his temple. "To me then the smartest termite and as such they shall be -" Ultron was interrupted once more. As Deadpool shut's the tv off. "Jeze lueze. Come oooooon? Nothings on but this overly smart sounding robodouche." Wade said, as he scratched his crotch with the remote. "Wait... I can still hear him?" Wade was confused. Jumping out of his recliner, he walked towards his window. Ripping off the drapes to see new york's entire tv system is corrupted by this guy. "Holly hell! Even Jameson is off the air! Come on. At least he had some enthusiasm. 'Ill get you spiderdweeb!'"<br/><br/>Soon though, robot's began filling the street's. And, chaos beg- "Nope dont care." Wait wh- "Shut up. I know your trying to narrate me. But, I just want to sit down. Watch tv. Masturbate. And cry myself to sleep with a picture of domino on one pillow, and Black widow on the other. " Wow Thats .... sad. "Ya it is. But thats my plans Narrator. Dont like it? Leave this story." Fine then... Ill narrate you watching tv. "Dam straight."<br/><br/>As Deadpool turned a blind eye to the innocent's in need. He jumped back in to his lazy boy. Turning on the tv to find that nothing was still on. Other then more Ultron propoganda. "Wait what?" Yes Wade.... Think this through.  *Oh great. now we gotta use our brain.* "WHATS GOING ON!?" "Maybe we should ask the narrator." Well, you see. Ultron took over the entire broadcast system all across the US. "Soooooooooooo?" So, no tv. "No showtime?!" *No cartoon's!?* "No animal planet!?..... Well, we could live without animal planet." "But no Baywatch!"  Wade quickly jump's up, pointing his gun at the tv, pulling the trigger and blasting his tv screen.  "ULTROOOOOON! Your futile attempt's to keep me from seeing Pam ann's tit's bouncing down the beach end's today!"  Does this mean your going to fight? "Dam straight."<br/><br/>Wade, then suit's up all his weapons in a timely manner. Armoring him self tooth and nail, with enough fire power to take on armies. And enough grenades to blow the earth out of orbit. "Bit of an exaggeration, but do continue good sir."  Wade then takes a running sprint across his apartment. Screaming at the top of his lung's, jump kicking out the window. "ULTROOOOON! UUUUUP YOOOOOUR'S!!!!"  he yell's as he fly's through the air. Soon he looses momentum, and stop's in a timely comedic fashion. "Wait why?" Your not the acception to the laws of physics.  "We should have thought this through."<br/><br/>"Fuuuuck!" Wade said as he dropped like a rock. *Keeeersplat.* Wade hit's the ground with great momentum and force. A now shattered, and broken man. He moan's, as he reaches up, twirling his index finger. With the loud crackeling of his arm. "Ill be back.... Get to the chopper.... Alvalsalv... Arnold line.... well be back after these messages."