"That's true. I have no intentions of tasting your tears of unfathomable sadness." It's one of those comments that hints that he knows far more than he should...but at the same time can just be taken as a random comment.
Okay okay, props for bullying the word "bully". Let's beat it up after zombo school and take its lunch money!
"Man, you have so little faith in my fighting skills. Also it's cute that you think we're getting off this beach before the plot is done with us. That ain't normal fog right there. That's get lost and return to where you started fog. Or maybe that's The Mist from that Stephen King novella. Either way...I know this is saying a lot, but you're safer with me than running."
Deadpool thinks for a few moments. Gone seems to be his death wish, now that he has this guy that he's trying to protect. Then, having an idea, he yanks the rock out of Kyle's hand.
"Okay, gimme a sec. And a CW for some self-harm." He rests balled up fist on the ground, elbow up. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch. Might wanna turn away if you're squeamish."
**SKIP TO THE END HERE TO AVOID THE BAD STUFF**
And then he proceeds to bash his arm at the joint so that it snaps downward, exposing bone. As he does so, he sings a delightful sea shanty that jumps up in pitch several times as he hits himself over and over until the arm is dangling. It IS the year of the sea shanty after all. Or, it was where he came from. When he's bashed it enough, he uses the rock to hold his useless lefty down and yanks until it comes all the way off. The end of the bone sticking out is jagged and serrated at this point.
**RESUME**
"Alright." He tosses the bloody rock back to Kyle. "I have a decent weapon now. It's not my katana, but when I have some time to sharpen it up it'll do. For now, it has more than enough stabbing action to work on slowmo zombies." He jabs the air with his stump. "This too actually! Until it grows back, but that'll be an hour or two."
He waves his arm at the sky. "ARE YOU HAPPY THRESHY?!? I CAN MAKE MY OWN KATANAS!"
CW: Self Harm and broken bones!
Okay okay, props for bullying the word "bully". Let's beat it up after zombo school and take its lunch money!
"Man, you have so little faith in my fighting skills. Also it's cute that you think we're getting off this beach before the plot is done with us. That ain't normal fog right there. That's get lost and return to where you started fog. Or maybe that's The Mist from that Stephen King novella. Either way...I know this is saying a lot, but you're safer with me than running."
Deadpool thinks for a few moments. Gone seems to be his death wish, now that he has this guy that he's trying to protect. Then, having an idea, he yanks the rock out of Kyle's hand.
"Okay, gimme a sec. And a CW for some self-harm." He rests balled up fist on the ground, elbow up. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch. Might wanna turn away if you're squeamish."
**SKIP TO THE END HERE TO AVOID THE BAD STUFF**
And then he proceeds to bash his arm at the joint so that it snaps downward, exposing bone. As he does so, he sings a delightful sea shanty that jumps up in pitch several times as he hits himself over and over until the arm is dangling. It IS the year of the sea shanty after all. Or, it was where he came from. When he's bashed it enough, he uses the rock to hold his useless lefty down and yanks until it comes all the way off. The end of the bone sticking out is jagged and serrated at this point.
**RESUME**
"Alright." He tosses the bloody rock back to Kyle. "I have a decent weapon now. It's not my katana, but when I have some time to sharpen it up it'll do. For now, it has more than enough stabbing action to work on slowmo zombies." He jabs the air with his stump. "This too actually! Until it grows back, but that'll be an hour or two."
He waves his arm at the sky. "ARE YOU HAPPY THRESHY?!? I CAN MAKE MY OWN KATANAS!"