While Deathstroke and his group battled monsters in space, Deadpool had already been on Earth for some time.
Because he was riddled with cancer from head to toe, the planet's current "residents" had taken him for one of their own. Everyone was very friendly, and everywhere he went was filled with cheerful harmony, completely unlike the brutal environment of outer space.
"You're saying the space monsters over at your older cousin's place even eat their own kind?" Deadpool raised his hands to cover both cheeks, opening his mouth wide as he said in a deliberately obnoxious tone, "Oh my God! Earth really is better. There aren't so many conflicts here. guys, look, there are even lots of people along the street."
Deadpool pointed into the distance. Sure enough, a cluster of figures stood beside the ruins of the street. It looked like the remains of a bus stop, with its rotten, fungus-covered sign still planted there at a crooked angle.
Looking closer, though, that was not the case. It was a heap of minced-flesh monsters covered in thick tentacles. The tentacles bore human-like facial features, all twisted into painful expressions as they continuously rubbed against one another in slime.
Never mind, then.
"Slade sent me to Earth to look cool, but he didn't give me any specific mission. Five hundred bucks just like that. Easy money."
Unmasked, Deadpool happily continued strolling down the street, his hands clasped behind his head as he swaggered along with extreme arrogance.
"But guys, I'm a mercenary with principles. And this is a mission from Cousin, no less. I have to exercise some initiative and do something myself. Tell me, what should I do?"
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The Nonexistent Audience gave some sort of suggestion. In any case, after reading the scrolling comments, Deadpool seemed tempted.
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