The gardens of Destiny have inspired many varied and wondrous thoughts in the minds of the lucky few who have seen them. The Witches Three, female prophets who's presence has spanned many mythologies, see it as a "great tapestry of being." A little known poet who experienced the gardens through a shamanic experience described it as "The complex winding road of life." The Ancient One, a master sorcerer, simply said it was "magnificent." After being shown to his room, Wade Wilson's first question was "Does this place have cable?"

Currently, Wade sits on the couch in his room, eating frosted flakes and watching his newly purchased "Ren and Stimpy" DVDs.

"Oh Ren and Stimpy. You're so subtextually homosexual."

Destiny stands outside of the door, watching the scene. Soon, and in an uncharacteristically frustrated manner, Destiny storms off to his hall of paintings.

"SIBLINGS! HERE! NOW!"

For a few moments, nothing. Then, the pictures of the Endless in their respective portraits come to life and step out of their paintings. Dream steps over to his elder brother.

"What do you need of us, brother?"

Destiny grits his teeth and points towards Deadpool's room.

"HE. WON'T. LEAVE!"

Destiny leads his siblings to Wade's quarters.

"Destiny, it can't be that bad" says Death."

Destiny, slowly, turns to his sister.

"All he does all day is sit in front of the TV and watch old Nickelodeon shows from the 90s. I've had to watch Pete and Pete in it's entirety SIXTEEN TIMES! And he never does anything for himself. He makes me do EVERYTHING! He makes me cook, he makes me clean, he even made me read him a BED TIME STORY ONCE!"

Destiny slams open the door to Deadpool's room. Wade turns around.

"HEY! KEEP IT DOWN! I'm watching my stories!"

Destiny looks around at his siblings.

"He is moving in with one of you. Now."

They all put their fingers on their noses, with the exception of Dream. He looks at his other siblings.

"...damn it all."

The Dreaming. The culmination of all imagination, inspiration, and creativity in the universe. It is a world of the mind, populated by countless wonderful creatures and containing many diverse lands, ranging from mystical kingdoms to futuristic utopias. It is here that Dream calls home. It is his domain.

Currently, Deadpool is being guided through the halls of Dream's castle by Matthew, Dream's raven.

"So, this is the main reception hall" says Matthew. "Where the boss has guests. Not used too much. And, on our right up ahead, is the library."

Deadpool and Matthew enter the library, and find Lucien, keeper of the books, organizing some newly arrived novels. He turns to greet them.

"Ah! The new arrival! Splendid!"

Lucien walks over to Deadpool and shakes his hand.

"Hello there. My name is Lucien. I'm the book keeper around here. And this is the largest library in the multiverse. It contains every story that has every been conceived by mortal minds, weather it was written down or not."

"Can I take a look through?" says Deadpool.

"Why, of course. Just..."

Wade rushes past him. He climbs a ladder, begins taking books off of the shelves, reads the titles, and then throws them to the ground.

"Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Ohh, Anne of Green Gables. Crap Crap Crap Crap Crap Crap Crap. The Empire Strikes Back, alternate ending: Luke's father is Chubaka? Crap Crap Crap Cr..."

Lucien watches the scene in sheer horor.

"My...MY BOOKS!"

Lucien grabs Wade, pulls him off the ladder and drags him to the door.

"You...you DEMON!" shouts Lucien. "GET OUT OF MY LIBRARY!"

Lucien, quite loudly, shuts the door behind our masked hero.

"Touchy."

Deadpool walks down the hall, until he is stoped by Dream himself.

"Mr. Wilson."

"Hi there."

"You wouldn't happen to know why the land of the Cuckoo is on fire, would you?"

Deadpool looks around the hallway. He then draws his gun and shoots Dream in the face. Dream, unharmed, glares at him. A door apears next to them, and Dream points to it.

"Get out of my realm."

Yankee stadium. Home of the world renound New York Yankees. It is here that we find the Merc with a Mouth, on a day out with Destruction. They sit in front row seats, right over the dug out.

"Now, my friend" says Destruction. "THIS is a sport. Not like football or hockey. No. This is a thinking man's game. It requires true skill. Not just smashing into one another very quickly."

Deadpool's atention, however, is not on the game, but on the busty blond sitting three seats away from him.

"Damn. Check her out..."

Twenty minutes later, and the game is in full swing.

"There he goes, ladies and gentlemen!" says the announcer. "A Rod's going, he's going, A Rod steals second base!"

Deadpool quickly turns his atention back to the game.

"A thief, eh? Not on MY watch!"

Deadpool unsheaths his sword and leaps onto the feild. He shouts at A Rod.

"STOP! IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!"

A few minutes, a faint swishing sound, and a deafening scream later, Deadpool hops back into his seat.

"Fun game" he says.

Destruction looks at him in complete shock.

"You cut of A Rod's hands!"

Deadpool stares at him blankly.

"...and?"

Desire's realm is quite different from all the others. It consists entirely of a giant statue in Desire's image. The statue is so imense, it would take well over a century to walk through it's veins. And, in the very heart of the statue, lives Desire it's self. Wade, carrying his bags, enters the inner chamber of the heart. He sets his bags down.

"Nice place."

Desire struts over to Wade. It's eyes, a deep and intoxicating yellow, seem to peer into his very soul.

"Welcome to my realm, Wade Wilson. As you can see, I like things to be on a scale of grandure. Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable. Partake of any and all delights that are within my power to give to you. You are...are you staring at my breasts?"

"Yes. I am. They're quite nice."

"Well. Thankyou. I do take pride in them."

"You really do have alot to be proud of in that area."

"Hmmm. Well, come with me. Let me show you the rest of my chambers."

Desire gives Wade the full tour. A few hours later, Desire is sitting on a couch reading a book. Wade is sitting next to him/her. After a few moments, Desire, quite annoyed, looks up at Wade.

"You really can stop looking at my breasts now."

"Rather not."

"Are you EVER going to stop?"

"Doubtful."

"Please leave my realm."

"Alright."

The realm of Despair. A land of mist and mirriors, populated only by Despair and her rats. And now Deadpool. Deadpool sits across from Despair at a wooden table.

"So. What do you want to do?"

Despair grunts.

"Wanna play cards?"

"No."

"Wanna watch TV?"

"No."

"Wanna go see a movie?"

"No."

"Well, what do you do for fun around here?"

"I like to watch people cry. And cut myself."

"Dude. You are seriously messed up in the head, you know that?"

Despair sighs. Then, sobbing slightly, she stands up and quickly leaves. Deadpool watches her go.

"Fucking emo."

Delirium's realm, not surprisingly, is simply a mass of swirling colors. Deadpool and Delirium sit silently, floating in the rainbow of psychosis. Deadpool turns to Delirium.

"Got a TV around here?"

"sHUr."

Delirium snaps her fingers, and a TV that seems to be barely holding together at a molecular level appears. Deadpool turns it on, but gets only static.

"Damn. Bad reception. Hold on, I think I can fix it."

Los Angeles California, two hours later. The city is in flames. Buildings are toppled over and crumbled into the ground. The dead and dying lay through the streets, as the survivors wail in grief and agony. The city runs red with blood. In the middle of it all, Delirium and Deadpool stand on a street corner. Deadpool turns to Delirium.

"You know, it retrospect, that was not one of my better ideas."

The realm of Death, unlike most of the other Endless realms, is nothing particularly special to look at. It's simply a well furnished apartment. The kind you'd expect to see a young, 20 something woman living in. Death herself is just getting out of the shower. As she puts on a fluffy pink bathrobe, she hears a nock at the door. She quickly covers up, and heads to the door, opening it. There stands Deadpool, holding his suitcases.

"Hiya, roomie!"

Death does her best to look happy to see him.

"...hi."