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Thursday - Hush

This is atomic89 with my last theme.

We're gonna end my week of hosting with Hush. So that means absolutely NO DIALOGUE!

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museofspeed
Aug. 20th, 2009 07:53 am (UTC)
Marvel, Deadpool, this is what hell must be like
psychedelicammo
Aug. 24th, 2009 03:55 am (UTC)
References to CDP, vol. 16

The skies are blue, the birds are chirping and weird floating red diamond thingies have just eradicated –ERADICTED- his weapons. And that sword had been wicked cool, too.

Said diamonds then fly off to give some guy an alka-seltzer for an upset tummy. Speaking off which, Deadpool can feel one of his own coming on right now, not to mention a suspicious itch in the crotch of his costume.

Nate? No. Cable? No. BROTHER NATHAN? Yes, wait. Wha? Well anyways name aside, he’s doing nothing to improve either of Deadpool’s problems. In fact, Nate’s new resemblance to Jesus, with his full beard and long flowing hair is deeply unsettling. Along with his cryptic answers and the half dead, “Zen-like” tone of his voice.

But maybe it can all just be attributed to the gaping chasm in Deadpool’s heart where T.V. once existed. No Golden Girls reruns for his dimension! So, yeah, this is what hell must be like.

After two minutes, thirty-five seconds spent in this freakishly peaceful purgatory Deadpool is burning to bodyslide away from Not-Just-Another-Jesus-Wannabe-Nate-But-Have-Actually-Achieved-Savior-Status Brother Nathan and his Providence/Crack-Den-Of-Perfection.

Deadpool watches Little Cannonballs and Terry materialize even as he feels the pull of a whole other world. He resists the urge to leave the contents of his stomach behind as a parting gift for Brother Nathan. Or maybe that’s just too considerate.

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