Issue #001 (collector's edition!)
[Waking up in a strange place with no memory of how he got there is...actually not unusual in the least for Deadpool. The pretty lady in the bed's a bit more surprising - even hookers hesitate when it comes to his skin - but hey, he's got no complaints here other than the fact that he somehow managed to forget getting laid. He's about to wake the lady up and ask for a second round (or possibly tenth, because aww yeah superhuman stamina), when he catches sight of his bare arm and more importantly its smooth unmarked skin and freezes. A quick glance into a nearby mirror reveals a face that he hasn't seen in quite some time.
...ooooookay, this was definitely starting to go from 'just another morning' to 'weird-as-hell shit'. Time to call Weasel or Bob or possibly one of the X-Men (hey, X-Men should help teammates out, even if they did keep changing their numbers for some reason) and get someone else to sort out this problem. A quick search of his pockets and then the room reveals no handy-dandy gizmo, gadget, or Generic Cellphone Brand™. Even the underwear that he writes his own phone number on (because seven digits is way too much to remember) is missing, the fiends!
...incidentally, he's pretty much saying all of this out loud as he wanders around the room, before picking up the phone. Even if he doesn't have a number to call, he's going to bug someone, dammit.]
Uh, did we enter flashback mode and no one tell me or something? Not that I'm not happy 'bout the new...old look, but a little exposition here would be nice! Y'know, yellow boxes, monologuing, 'oh who's that crazy old Deadpool trying to kill now'...that sort of thing? C'mon, guys, I need something to work with here!
...guys? Anyone? Bueller?
...ooooookay, this was definitely starting to go from 'just another morning' to 'weird-as-hell shit'. Time to call Weasel or Bob or possibly one of the X-Men (hey, X-Men should help teammates out, even if they did keep changing their numbers for some reason) and get someone else to sort out this problem. A quick search of his pockets and then the room reveals no handy-dandy gizmo, gadget, or Generic Cellphone Brand™. Even the underwear that he writes his own phone number on (because seven digits is way too much to remember) is missing, the fiends!
...incidentally, he's pretty much saying all of this out loud as he wanders around the room, before picking up the phone. Even if he doesn't have a number to call, he's going to bug someone, dammit.]
Uh, did we enter flashback mode and no one tell me or something? Not that I'm not happy 'bout the new...old look, but a little exposition here would be nice! Y'know, yellow boxes, monologuing, 'oh who's that crazy old Deadpool trying to kill now'...that sort of thing? C'mon, guys, I need something to work with here!
...guys? Anyone? Bueller?