While the DC Editorial Department over in the Complete DC World was filled with wails and howls.
Over in the Complete Marvel World, all sorts of people were pulling fancy tricks too.
In a certain Parallel Universe.
Deadpool, an optimistic chatterbox, was engaging in the rare act of contemplating life.
There was no other reason.
Not long ago.
He had suddenly realized many things.
Namely, his own life.
Was probably a comic book.
And many of his acquaintances were the same, all living inside one comic book after another.
Like meaningless puppets, manipulated by others into doing all sorts of meaningless things, then dying meaningless deaths, only to be meaninglessly revived whenever they were needed again—nothing but tools...
At that moment.
After awakening to that truth.
Deadpool suddenly felt that everything had lost its flavor.
He felt even more that everyone's lives were filled with unbearable suffering, that they were merely useless puppets, dying and returning to life, living and dying again, repeating the cycle over and over, just like clowns upon a stage.
No...
I have to save them. Save them from this dull and vile cycle of life and death...
This puppet-like life can go to hell...
At that thought.
His gaze beneath the mask became incomparably resolute.
It gradually shifted toward the weapons at his side.
And his eyes grew deeper still...
He had decided!
He would kill all his acquaintances!
Then kill those comic-drawing bastards!
He would save everyone from a situation beyond their control!
In that brief instant.
Having thought it through.
He felt as though.
He had received God's Revelation.
The thoughts in his heart suddenly became incomparably smooth and joyous.
The gloom within his mind.
Vanished like smoke and clouds!
Even his entire life bloomed with pure white holy light, becoming incomparably sacred!!