Unca Swyah! Oo tood tome pway wif me! I bowed tus Petey is sick an' he no pway wif me. Tome pway! Pweeeeeeeeeeeease?

What devilry is this?

Is this some sort of- of trick? Henry? My Lord?

...What is going on here?

Rick? Alex? Jonathan?

Well, the council has told me that I'd go mad eventually, but I'll confess to say I didn't think it would actually happen.

Would anyone watching this...board?...care to inform me what just happened?

Fancy me asking for favors, I imagine that some of my court would make a grand joke out of this, if they're not already.

Party tonight at my club.

I'm kind of looking for my husband..? His name is Tobias?

Well that didn't work.

( To all the people in my life, i.e. Ethan, Elle, older Me and his Ethan, Maddie and Sam(both sets), Tess, Des and Petey, Older Des, younger Claire, and Nathan and Peter. )

[OOC: Pretend these were all given out Christmas morning]

I hate this.

I happen to be very fond of my Christmas present.

( His name is Victor )

He's 7 weeks old. And apparently I'm his favorite chew toy. Seriously; he gets up on the top of the couch just so he can chew on my ears.

*sounds of soft sniffles* Mama....., Dada

Hi folks, this is your friendly neighborhood Deadpool.

I just wanted to say that I was right this whole time, there really is a man with a typewriter that writes my fate. Nyeh nyeh and you called me crazy. Me? I'm perfectly sane, really. So I'm right, but this place is still really, really strange and I dunno what's going on. At least I've got my toys and I still think in those little yellow bubbles.

Family time, family time. Is Winsol.

BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! MEWWY TWISMAS!

Missus God Wady, tan oo maked a Wubbles fowah my Unca Sywah so he no be tad? Fank oo!

I hate this. I fucking hate being pulled in every god damned direction. God fucking hell.
Who are my parents? Are they the pathetic family Gray who could do nothing and who were worth nothing more than what's on the bottom of my shoe, or is it Angela Petrelli, who has treated me with more understanding than anyone? But, at the same time, I can't deal with being lied to, or betrayl. No that doesn't sit well with me at all.
Maybe God's point in all this. Taking away my powers. Maybe it was so I could end my own life and end all the pain I've caused. Not that I care so much about that. But maybe that's what she wants from all of this, because someone else killing me would just be blood on other peoples hands would it not?
Then the Angel Gabriel could return again to heaven, though, I don't know if I would be let in. Sinners aren't allowed through the gates are they, and I am one. One of the greatest, even though I don't regret a single thing I've done. In fact, they're what make me thrive. I live for the things I've done. But it's all gone. Like a king who has lost his kingdom, everything that meant something to me is gone, and I am left with nothing but the shell of my former self and the memories that make me go insane.
I need them back, I can't live without them, but God doesn't seem to think i should live with them either.
I can't exactly say that I would be good if I got them back again, oh no not at all. I live for the feeling of a new power. Learning a new ability, and then learning how to control it. It's what...makes me tick to put it like that.
No, I can't. This, this loss is too great.

I have a headache. Someone come fix me.

. . .

. . . Ha. Fucking. Ha. Sorrel, Jacky, Andy, if this is your joke, you're SO dead!

What hoppen to Missa funny man dawek wif the big wettahs an' the RAWR! *angry dinosaur noise*

An' is dat wady wif the- who asked fo' hawp otay?

An' I wanna go outside an' pway but nanny said no 'cause she don't want me to wuned away but I no wuned away no mowah 'cause I be good boy.

An' I wanna pway. I bowahded. *more angry dinosaur noises*

NO. THAT ISN'T POSSIBLE!