"My name is DudebladeX, but most people usually call me X… And, by most people, I mean me.
A while back, I got into the web-show Death Battle. It was a fun hobby. Learning new things about the characters and all that. It was fun. The first one I saw was Batman vs. Spider-Man, if I recall correctly. After that, I was hooked.
It was all because of movie reviews if you can believe it. I looked up movie reviews on YouTube and came across ItsJustSomeRandomGuy. This linked me to Death Battle, and the rest is history.
Heh, I remember the great Godzilla vs. Gamera delay of twenty-fourteen.
I have a Q&A page on my deviantart page, so check that out if you don't want me to do some exposition here of all places."
A sigh escaped the writer's breath, "As of late, I've been having writer's block. Which, by itself, wouldn't be a problem, but I have to write on a schedule, and having writer's block is pretty much a death sentence.
Pinkie Pie, in her 'infinite' wisdom, decided that the best way to find that old 'spark' that gave me the energy to write, was to go on an adventure.
I am here with Wade Wilson, AKA: Deadpool; and my OC: Alexis the chirping chibi agent Texas.
To be honest, I don't think we have a team name. Maybe someone in the comments section could think of one.
Not to mention, but this is all taking place away from the hotel, so I have no idea what they're doing right now.
I'm not even sure if we'll make it back in time for the reveal of the next fighters.
It's times like this when I start to wonder if this was a good idea in the first place. The only thing that I'm aware of is that this adventure is going to take a while."
There was a small reprieve of silence before Deadpool interrupted. "You do know that inner monologues are supposed to be inner, right? As in, other people shouldn't be hearing what you're saying?"
"Yes Wade, I get it. You don't have to be critical about every little thing that I do. You know that, right?"
Due to the fact that the writer was essentially a figureless being who wrote this series, he had to create a physical form to do this adventure. He had a gray jacket, and light gray pants. As for his face, well… he was wearing one of those motorcycle helmets.
His weapon of choice? - his fists. The author was more one to engage in fisticuffs, but he had a Swiss Army knife for other occasions.
Wade brought his usual equipment. His - "Are you really explaining what our equipment is? Your audience watches the show that this is based off of. The only person who's equipment you have to explain is Alexis, and we already know that she's packing her Lone Star shotgun, and other guns and grenades!"
"I don't know. I'm just writing in a journal is all!" The writer replied harshly.
"CHIRP!"
Both The Author and Deadpool sighed, "Alright, Alexis. We'll stop arguing, an keep moving."
"Yeah. Just let me finish up one last thing." DudebladeX waved Deadpool off.
"My name, is DudebladeX. And I…
I am on a quest for my muse."
Thus ends journal one.
X: Do we need to have an author's notes for a chapter like this?
Wade: Hell if I know. Wanna just say that this sort of stuff is basically us setting u camp or something?
Pinkie: I made S'mores! Who wants some?
Alexis: Chirp!
X:What are we using for shelter?
Pinkie: I found this weird concrete thing that we could make a small shelter under!
X: Hey, I remember this.
Wade: Wait, isn't this the stone disclaimer that you dropped on my head that one time?
X: Yeah!
