Okay.

So I got bored.

While mired in the depths of this boredom, I invented a super cool fun new game for all your friends, family and children to participate in.

This game is called "Deadpool Stole Your Shit".

The rules are:

Look around your house!

Is something missing?

I fucking took it.

If you want to get it back you can goddamn find me and pry it out of my cold dead instantly regenerating hands, sucks to be all you normie suckers.

[[YOU WANT YOUR SHIT STOLEN? POST HERE! With whatever random item you want to have vanished. If you're not interested in being burgled, but you want to comment anyway, just mention it OOCly or in your title so I don't get confused.]]

[It was quite late in the evening.

Okay, maybe it was 9:00. Good girls should be getting their beauty sleep, but this one was restless. She sat beside the window of her room, gazing out at the night sky. Not much can really be seen because of the hustle and bustle of this city, but the moon was visible and brilliant.

Anastasia seemed to have a bit on her mind, which is why she turned her device on, to find someone to talk to. Those who can see her young face can see there are traces of sadness in her blue eyes.]

"I hope I'm not bothering anyone, but I have a question... How do you honor your friends who have left this world?"