<div class="floatleft">(http://x.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/8/70/4cd062bc512f0.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Wade Wilson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Tarzan... pool.<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Apocalypse<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         Open<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     <em>Totally not worth it.</em> Wade thought as he trudged on through the thick Amazonian undergrowth, his foot sinking into a small puddle of swampy mudwater.<br/><br/>     <strong>"Oh shut up, like we really had anything better to do."</strong> he said aloud, to himself apparently. He pulled his foot out of the small bog-hole and swung one of those sleek adamantium katanas, cleanly sheering a vine that hung horizontally in front of him.<br/><br/>     <em>One particular Druglord-owned brothel in Columbia is telling me otherwise.</em> The jungle was thick in this area, and there were very few clear-cut trails that he could follow. Even if there were a trail, it would likely take less than a week to disappear under new growth. Wade could feel the jungle sticking to his traditional red and black jumpsuit. It actually wasn't that bad though, it didn't feel much different than being covered in blood - though he would have preffered the fun accomplishing that mess to the work he was doing now. Which was cutting his way through the Amazon jungle in search of blue-skinned-god knows what.<br/><br/>     <strong>"That's funny, cause I don't hear anything."</strong> He swung again, slicing clean another strong green vine.<br/><br/>     <em>It was metaphorical, Jackass.</em><br/><br/>     <strong>"Why don't you go an use your metaphors elsewhere."</strong> It was more of a statement than a question, as if he could actually will away his mind to another location.<br/><br/>     <em>Says the guy who wanted to drag me along through this human-forsaken jungle. Speaking of which</em> - <strong>"Thinking."</strong> - <em>whatever. 'Thinking' of which, I thought we were on a steady pace to have this whole continent logged down by now?</em> <strong>"Stupid tree-hugging hippies."</strong> Deadpool lashed out at another vine, one that wasn't even really in his way. <em>We need to kill us some hippies when we get back to the states.</em> <br/><br/>     Wade paused his forward progress and nodded in agreement - to himself... <strong>"Yes, but the first thing we're doing when we get back to the states is taking a nice long bubble-bath and putting on a new season of 'Gossip Girl'... with a bucket of black-raspberry chocolate ice-cream."</strong> <em>What the fuck Wilson, is it going to be that time of the month for you?</em> <strong>"No, but nothing gets me fired up to brutally slaughter hippies like watching a season of Gossip Girl."</strong> <em>Touché</em><br/><br/>     When he finally came to a clearing - a rather <em>large</em> clearing at that. He looked up at a small stone monolith that still towered in front of him, though still hidden beneath the highest canopy of the jungle. Wade pulled out a map from a pack on his back and studied it for a minute before making a small notation on it and marking a location with a small red sharpie. Apocalypse had offered Deadpool a pretty nice deal to go on this little easter egg hunt - with bonuses for every superhuman he managed to bring in - though he hadn't encountered any yet. <br/><br/>     <strong>"Looks like a big hunk of worthless rock to me."</strong> He folded the map back up and tucked it back into his pack. Wade looked up to the top of the small stone pyramid, while simultaneously reaching down to his utility belt, clicking a small button <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong> .-*ZPOOF!!!*-.</strong></span> A split second later he was standing on its highest level and he looked down and the jungle floor below him, those sharp eyes scanning the surrounding area for anything suspicious. <strong>"So... we're all done here?"</strong> <br/><br/>     <em>Yeah, I think he's got another villain to write about anyways. Stop being such an attention whore.</em> <strong>"Fuck off."</strong></div>