Deadpool appeared in his apartment, boots heavily thudding down onto the carpeted floors, the boards creaked. Shoulders were hunched and his breaths were still short, chest rose and fell rapidly. "Stupid @#?&ing day and this stupid @#?&ing world." Wade's gloved fist smashed against one of the empty display cabinets in the living room, shattering the glass and causing blood to seep through the fabric's tear. "..Not even real.. torturous lives and meaningless plots and threads.." another fist collided with a wall, punching a dent straight into it; Deadpool's knuckles broke on impact but he was oblivious. "Drama, drama, drama.. @#?&ing false life.. stupid popularity.. Marvel shoehorning me into existence.. fan blogs.. can't die, won't die." His mutterings were deluded, insane babble brought on by a bout of fury as he decided to throw a cabinet full of memorial plates down. They shattered. "Nobody knows.. nobody understands.. nobody.. won't just leave me in peace."