Before I was a movie star, I was tearing sh*t up in the comics. First appearance? New Mutants #98 in 1991. Started as a villain, but I quickly became everyone’s favorite anti-hero because, let’s face it, I’m f&@king irresistible. My comics are a blend of dark humor, intense action, and moments that’ll make you laugh till you cry. I break the fourth wall, tell the audience exactly what’s on my mind, and do whatever the f*&k I want—because I’m Deadpool, and that’s how I roll.
Alright, let’s get this sh*t straight. I wasn’t always this fabulous. I was just a regular ol’ mercenary named Wade Wilson, until some bad luck (and even worse life choices) got me diagnosed with terminal cancer. But did I curl up and die? F&@k no! I’m not Logan!! I signed up for the Weapon X program, the same folks who gave ol’ Wolvie his claws. They gave me a healing factor that cured my cancer but turned my face into a human nacho platter. Now, I’m a disfigured, mentally unstable, yet undeniably charming anti-hero who laughs in the face of danger and spits in the face of anything that remotely resembles sanity.