Bloodthirsty Slayer grabbed the plasma rifle in his primeval solipsistic gaze. He attacked the nearby demon spawn fighting like madman from the lost and forsaken lands of the dead. Grim silence filled the room. "By the surly beard of Mfrik!" gasped the Slayer passionately. It seemed like the wretched demons will get the best of him but then like the pillar of light kissing the sea a shadow appeared before him. It was the wise lord Deadpool.
Like brothers they embraced each other their big oily bodies pulsing with joy. After the embrace of glory they continued the slaughter. Wet from the life fluids of the fallen demon horde they started shouting a piercely hoarsing battle cri.
Their work was done but thay still have not had their fill. Morning was rising and there was work to be done. It was time to punish the demons in the orgy of pain and violence. blood boils. Rage rises. Battle calls!
TO BE CONTINUED...