Deadpool was in the internet today. And no, not for porn. Or even to visit those fun RPGs or message boards where he mocked the fanboys mercilessly.

They deserved it. Who shipped Nate and Irene, really? It was just funny.

But never mind that.

He was trying to find a gift for Arashi. This was turning out to be harder than he thought.

There was a nice explodey noise coming from the campgrounds and that was like a siren song to Deadpool. It had been weeks since he blew something up, far too long.

He came up on the collapsed cabin, nudging a piece of wood with his foot. Looked like he missed all the fun. No fair.

[[ooc: For Dr. Mcsteamy]]