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Gonna be going on an indefinite hiatus. I don't know when i will be back, but hopefully it will be soon.
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RIP KingcobraJFS. Rest in peace, and enjoy making all those drink combos and food hacks in the great clock tower mansion in the sky.
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What Will You Do When Eddamania Comes For You!!!

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I'm gonna start work on an update post, i might be able to get it down in a few days but I will have to see. Keep your eyes open.
WADE WILSON/DEADPOOL




Issue 2: Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap


Location: New York City


Wade sat in his apartment wearing nothing but his favourite red and white spotted underwear. He knew he could wear this since his roommate was blind. He could wear a chicken outfit, and she wouldn’t even notice. He was watching his favourite show, Golden Girls. “Oh, Sophia, you get 'em with your zingers.” While watching the show, he was reminded how much Al reminded him of both Sophia and Dorothy. He was then rudely interrupted by his phone going off. Scrambling to get off the couch and slamming his face into the floor. He quickly got back up on his phone and grabbed it from the nearby table.

Hello.” He was breathing heavily, feeling like someone had stuck needles down his throat. Holding his phone near his ear while still watching TV.

“Hello, is this Wade Wilson?” The voice on the other end sounded quite deep, and Wade assumed the person was overweight.

It might be; who is asking?” Wade responded, annoyed he was interrupted.

“My name is Wilson Fisk. I heard of your services and would like to extend your employment for a little job.” Wade couldn’t see, but the fat man leaned in his massive chair while conversing with him.

What is the job? And how much is it going to pay?” He asked, to which Fisk quickly responded.

“I will have a limo sent to your location, and you will be brought to my headquarters in the Upper East Side. There, we will discuss the details further. I will see you then, Mr.Wilson. Have a good day.” The phone clicked as Fisk hung up.

Wait a minute, was that the Wilson Fisk!” The good voice spoke up.

I think so; he’d pay us a ton for this little job. We should take it.” The bad voice responded, and Wade nodded.

Sounds like a good idea.” Wade got ready and went outside. He was surprised that the limo Fisk mentioned was waiting for him. During the car ride, he annoyed the driver by asking him to play his Celine Dion CD. He was taken to a nice-looking building and led to the top floor.

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“Welcome, Mr.Wilson; it is nice to meet you finally. I have heard a lot about you and your work. If I may say so, I am quite your fan.” Wilson slowly stood up from his chair and began walking towards Wade. Each step made the floor shake, and Wade feared it would collapse. “Well, let’s get down to business. I have a little job for you. I need you to drive my son to a meeting with some business associates.” He pointed his fat finger towards a blonde man wearing a white suit standing at the corner of the room.

Cute guy.” Wade said, nodding his head. "So I gotta drive your son to the meeting? And how much will I get paid?” He turned his head towards Fisk.

“Pretty much, it is a simple job. And the pay will be ten thousand dollars. And if you do a good job and bring my boy back safely, I will add another ten thousand to the reward. Does that sound like a deal?” Fisk held out his hand, waiting for Wade to shake it.

Wade looked at him, then at his hand, thinking the whole job would be easy and peasy. “Done. But I want one of those chauffeur outfits.” Shaking Fisk’s hand.

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Wilson’s son Richard and Wade soon got into the limo after Wade got into his chauffeur outfit. While driving Richard around, he was annoyed by listening to Vennessa Carlton’s A Thousand Mile. While parked during a red light, he noticed some motorcycles right beside him. At first, he didn’t seem to mind but quickly got into gear when he saw them pulling out firearms. Putting the limo into high gear and going through the red light down the street. Noticing that the attackers were getting closer to them. Firing their weapons at the limo.

Who the hell are these guys.” Wade lowered his head to avoid getting shot.

“There, the De Meo mafia from New Jersey. They have been wanting to kill my father for years now. They must have figured out my meeting somehow.” He said he found his gun in his jacket pocket.

Richard started to roll down the window and began firing back at the shooters. Deadpool, meanwhile, was swerving and trying to avoid traffic. Slamming into various stop signs, light poles, and other cars. Trying and failing to lose the pursuers. It seemed more were coming as cars filled with thugs approached the limo.

You'll need to take the wheel, handsome, while I get these guys off our back.” Wade rolled down the window, waiting for the confused Richard to take the driver’s seat. Getting out of the window and jumping into the car beside them. Smashing the glass on the passenger side door and getting into the car. Slamming the passenger’s head into the car's panel while grabbing his gun. The song Milkshake by Kelis played

Shooting the thugs in the back that were firing their pistols at him. Ignoring the pain of being shot and firing back at the thugs. "Hi, quit ruining my suit; my best friend made this." When they were dead, he quickly approached the driver. Using the passenger as a human shield and kicking him in the face repeatedly. Shoot the driver in the balls before throwing him out of the car. This vehicle is driving closer towards the limo and up the highway. Following behind them and slamming into a few motorcyclists, running them over.

Again, rolling down the window and jumping towards the limo but landing upside down on the sunroof. Quickly getting right side up, which took a little while. Noticing that they were trying to open the passenger side door. Moving over and stabbing the few thugs that tried to get inside.

“Here, use this.” Richard handed Wade what looked like a China Lake grenade launcher.

Holy schnike!!! Where the hell did ya get this?” Wade was in awe and took a moment to admire the weapon.

“Got this from the old man while he was visiting in Nam.” Wade fired the weapon, making the remaining thug’s cars explode in a huge fireball.

The two found themselves at the designated location where the meeting was. Wilson Fisk was standing near the entrance with some of his thugs. Wade's chaffeur suit was completely tattered. A big smile was on his face. “Glad to see you again, Mr.Wilson. You did very well on my little test. You don’t need to worry about the limo; it was a rental.” He pulled out a large wad of money and handed it to Wade.

Hot damn, now I’ll be able to get a shit ton of chimichangas.” Wade counted the money to ensure everything was there. Putting it between his buttcheeks before continuing to speak. “Well, thank you for your service. It was a pleasure working with you.

“I was wondering if you would be interested in another job. This job would pay a lot more than the last one. Three times more, in fact.” Wilson held up three fingers and mentioned that more money piqued Wade’s interest.
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I would love to have Punisher shoot Wade in the face.


Wade would probably enjoy that too be honest.
@webboysurf@Simple Unicycle

I would be down to have Deadpool interact with either Daredevil or Punisher. If you guys are up for it of course.
@shylarah

Sorry, it was more to set up a mystery that is going to be apart of the main story. However we could say you guys were in that raid to connect everything.
@shylarah @vietmyke

I created the first post; what do you think of it? Also you guys can start writing up your first post, I can't wait to read it.


A group of adventurers was in the middle of a dungeon. They had spent around two hours getting to the lowest level. They were members of a famous guild called The Reavers. The group contained seven fighters, four paladins, six mages, six healers, and five monks. The group was close to the very end of the dungeon. One of the paladins, the guild's leader, told everyone the plan for dealing with the dungeon's boss. The fighters, paladins, and monks did most of the boss's damage. The mages were applying buffs and debuffs to the boss so the ones attacking could do more damage. And the healers were trying to heal any damage the fighters, paladins, and monks were sustaining. The boss was getting close to dying. The guild leader was screaming that they should keep focusing on trying to kill the boss. Because they were distracted, they didn’t see a figure coming towards the fray.

At first, the figure was in the shadows, so it was hard to see who it was. However, as the figure approached, they could see it was a human male. This person, who they assumed was another player, wore what looked like a jester outfit. The figure smiled while watching them fighting hard.

Looks like you guys don’t need my help killing this thing. That’s good because it’ll make things easier for me.” The jester suddenly pulled out two long daggers from behind his back. In a flash, the boss was dead. And since he was the one who killed the boss, he would be able to reap the rewards.

“You motherf***er, you stole our kill.” Screamed the leader, whose real-life player was now red in the face. He commanded the remaining members to attack the jester. “Kill this a**hole!!” He rushed at the jester, who seemed unfazed by his insults.

I was going to be nice and reward you, but since you insulted me, I'm gonna have to spank you.” The jester’s smile seemed sour into a grimace. Moving quickly, he was able to kill most of the guild members. Leaving the guild leader as the last surviving member. “I want you and others to know that you are not safe from people like me. I will make your life a living hell.” The jester moved closer towards the guild leader. Quickly cutting him down as he respawned in the central city.

He and the other members reported what had happened. And apparently, this jester had been appearing all over the world. Killing other players and stealing items from them. Or killing raid bosses by themselves. The admins were unsure how to handle this since the account seemed untraceable. So, they were unable to ban this player from the game. Some rumours started to surface that this person was a rogue employee trying to mess up the game. Or was some sort of troll that had no life and had been playing the game since the beginning. Nevertheless, something had to be done before it got out of control.

The jester, meanwhile, was relaxing in a forested area in Osna. Admiring the small amulet that was the reward for killing that raid boss. Enjoying the fruits of his labour and being so enamoured by the amulet, he didn’t notice something coming towards him. The approaching figure was a small boy who was wearing peasant clothing.

Oh, you're here. What do you want?” The jester asked, not even looking at the boy. The boy, meanwhile, was pointing eastwards with a blank look at his face. “Ah, you want me to meet your boss? What the hell do they want now?” The jester looked quite annoyed while getting up from sitting underneath a tree. “Well, lead on.” Putting away the amulet while following the boy to wherever his boss was.
@themadhatter420

I don't mind, i just want to get this RP going.
@Eviledd1984 you might want to nix the teleporter from OsCorp. You can double check with @Hound55 but I reckon that might be a bit too advanced for tech at this stage in the game


No problem, i will Thanos snap it out of existence.
@themadhatter420

I can make another student if that helps.
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