I guess I forgot to mention that these logs aren't exactly linear. As in, anyone checking these out won't exactly see them in a 1, 2, 3 order. More like a 1, 7, 15, 29, 37 order.
"I have written that so many times by now, I wonder why I didn't put it at the beginning of the first log."
"Because you're an idiot. Now pass me my leg over here. I had to ditch my spare suits in that volcano." Deadpool deadpanned.
X sighed, "Here you go Wade."
The Merc took the blown-off leg and reattached it to his- "Aw dammit! Not again."
"Chirp?" Alexis popped in from Dudeblade's shoulder, before seeing Wade's situation.
She shook her head and did the bird equivalent of a sigh.
"You put it on your arm again, didn't you?"
"Just give me a sec." Deadpool replied.
"Okay, guys!" Pinkie said, popping out of literally nowhere, "I think we have some more monsters incoming!"
"Great. Wade, pass me a sword."
"You got it, X." Wade replied, "You want rusty, steel, iron, or what?"
"You got one with a gold star on it?"
Wade blinked, "Yeah, why?"
"Guess who just got First?"
"Nice. How're you paying for it?"
"... I'm a…" The author mumbled something.
"A what?"
"A… lvng… sn… ser…"
"Seriously, what do you do?" Wade pressed.
"Dude, I'm not going to tell you what I do for a living. So stop fishing for information."
Deadpool rolled his eyes under his mask, "Whatever. Shoutout to anyone who can decipher what the idiot said he did for money."
"Just give me the sword." Dudeblade said, "I'll take a steel katana."
Deadpool handed the author the requested weapon, "So, what does it feel like to have First?"
"Dunno." X replied, "There really hasn't been much opportunity to take advantage of it. No previews, or fights are out yet, and there's a bunch of other stuff to think about."
"Hm. Interesting. Guess you got it at the wrong time."
"Hm. Well, we've got these… whatevers to deal with."
The author got up and readied a stance, "Ready to un-alive these things?"
"You know it!"
What followed, was the most brutal of swordplay to be ever seen by man. But, because the idiot typing this has writer's block, and is working to overcome it, we didn't get to see that happen.
So instead, let's take a look as to the general predictions of who would win in a fight between the two guys entering the house of slaughter next.
"Shovel Knight has a weird magic coin that can turn other people into money. I'd say he stomps."
"Scrooge has a bunch of lasers, and is literally the worlds' richest living being. He could just bribe Shovel Knight into forfeiting."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
"Do you ever get the feeling that we just missed a cutaway gag?"
"I don't know, Pinkie. All I do know is that these things are brutal!" X replied.
"Chirp tweet chirp?"
"No. We haven't agreed on a name for these things yet. I still think we should just call them Blargs."
"Why 'Blargs'?" Pinkie asked.
"Ask the idiot who's still struggling with writer's block." Wade quipped back.
"I'm starting to think that these things are a manifestation of my writer's block."
Wade: So, do you have any idea as to what to do now?
X: Just gotta take a rest. Hopefully, we'll be able to overcome this writer's block in time for a few battles.
Pinkie: Why not brainstorm with your friends?
Wade: What friends? This guy's a loser.
X: Maybe I can chat with some other people. Maybe start a twitter or facebook. Which is already something I tried to avoid.
Wade: Like the disclaimer? Seriously, it's actually comfortable to sleep on.
