I do pity you. It must be very hard knowing that your parents spend a lot of money on things which you deem less worth it. Don't give up, until it's all over, until there's nothing left to fight for. Good luck!

How might I improve the background of the characters problem?

It all started as a normal day. Or about as normal a day you can have when your body is infused with an indestructible metal, accompanied with claws which can extend from your hand and a healing factor which heals you back to normal from fatal injuries. The night before, Deathstroke had revealed to Wolverine that Catwoman wanted to kill the mutant for taking the life of her beloved husband, Batman. Since then, an uneasy restlessness had settled on Logan, due to which sleep was elusive and food was repulsive. Now, the taxi was approaching a building. A large building, tiled with glass glimmering under the sunlight. Without a doubt, it was the main building for Wayne Enterprises. If a person approached the side of the massive building, a big black door, with a pass-code requiring access system would be visible. On the sides, the word “CWMBOO” was scratched out, evidently not by a normal person. Wolverine extended his claws and pushed them into the hinges of the door, then broke them off and pulled the door off, before going into a long, dark corridor. The first sign that this place was secret was the guards, equipped with M16 assault rifles. There was no way the guards would let him into the facility willy-nilly. Wolverine darted into the building and started to viciously attack the guards, inventing new ways to kill them, from stabbing them in the chest to decapitating them. A few minutes and many bullets later, there were guards and blood everywhere, with broken lights dangling from the ceiling. Out of the shadows came a person. Rather thin and tall with black eyes and brown hair. As she came closer to the light, it was undeniably clear who she was. “Joe? Can you hear me?” “Yes, mam, what is it?” “He is here. It’s time for my revenge; prepare our fighter immediately.” Wolverine continued on his path until he reached a computer terminal, with every possible piece of information on the death of… Batman. He was about to discover more when he heard a distinctive sound behind him. A sound of metal rubbing ever so slightly against polymer. A shuriken in the form of a bat came cutting through the air, aimed for the face. Wolverine instinctively turned around, extended his claws and deflected the shuriken. “Are you here to give me your condolences Logan?” “What do you mean Selina?” Catwoman now sported a look of bewilderment on her face “Yeah, I figured out your secret Catwoman.” “ Cut to the chase. You know well what I mean. You killed my husband a day after we were married. He was the love of my life. We had made so many plans. We were…. We…” she broke, her voice bitter with anger “ Ya mean me and Jean didn’t have plans? That We didn’t have a list of things we were going to do, places we were going to do?” “That’s beside th-” “NO, IT ISN’T! Batman didn’t think twice before he killed Jean. Before he took everything away from me! Do you have any idea how hellish my life has been since then?! Since the day I realized that my life would never ever be complete again?!” “So you killed Batman, your friend, because of some red-haired chick?” Now he couldn’t hold the anger. Wolverine punched Catwoman’s face and blood covered teeth flying. Catwoman was going to use a gun on Wolverine’s face, but he was too quick. He cut the gun apart with this sharp claws and proceeded to hack and slash at Catwoman. She tried to run, but Wolverine had scratched her far too many times. She collapsed on the floor, in a puddle of blood. “Don’t...blame my husband.... He didn’t… kill Jean..” “WELL WHO DID?!” “It was Da-” Before she could finish her sentence, A man in red and black broke through the roof. He sported two katanas as well as a few guns. “ What kind of miserable freak are ya’ supposed to be?” “I’m Pooldead….. Or Deadpool. Dunno bro, can’t remember what they call me.” “So you’re the one who with the face like a rotten tapeworm?” “Yep, that’s me! Speaking of which, you better hurry. I put a nice Brisket to cook at home and I’d don’t want it to be burned.” “Alright PD or DP, whatever you call yourself, Why exactly are you here?” “Because that nice lady needed my help with killing some …. Guy. Some Bagan? Could you please direct me to the fellow, I’m running a tight schedule like I said” “You mean Logan?” “Yeah! That’s his name! Now, where is he?” “That’s actually me pal.” “Great! Let’s do this quickly then, I wanna grab a chimichanga as I go home and the restaurant is very prompt at closing.” Wolverine took Deadpool by shock when he started wildly swinging his claws. After a few strikes, there wasn’t much, except for pieces of what had once been a human. Seconds after Wolverine turned around, he heard a voice. “Ok then, you should have told me we were going to start with violent dismembering. I would have eaten a little more Chimichangas.” Deadpool quickly rose to his feet and swung his sword as hard as he could at the chest of his enemy. The sword simply bounced off. “M’kay, let me try that again!” Deadpool tried once again. “Okay, if you’re going to play har-” The comment was replaced with a firm punch to his face, followed by rapid claw-strikes. “SHUT UP!” Logan roared “Gee, someone has anger issues. I mean, all I’m doing here is trying to violently kill you. Calm down!” Calm was not something that could be used to describe the situation at hand. Logan grabbed Deadpool and ripped him in half and approached Catwoman. “Selina. Who did it?” “It was your son,…” her voice trailed off. She lay motionlessly on the floor. Wolverine turned around just in time to see a small crane was flung in his direction before everything went dark.

What's your point?

so basically you're trying to convince yourself that you didn't make a bad choice by buying the ugly OK paint?

Thanks!

alright then, I'll post it when I can.

Any suggestions? I have a guide to noise using Hornet and Thunder

Thanks a lot! I was hoping you'd find that I had taken your advice. Members of the reporter team know what they're writing, I'd be a fool to ignore your advice.

I have just posted the terrible sequel to this story. Kindly give me your feedback on it. Thanks!

Deathstroke slowly walked up the building. It was located in a somewhat isolated place. The streets were filled with dirt and snow, with garbage embedded into the floor. As Deathstroke got closer to the top of the building, his target became clearer. Sitting on a couch, drinking beer was Wolverine. Deathstroke gingerly adjusted his Sniper rifle to take out Wolverine. The plan was simple; one bullet, right in the middle of his eyes. The marksman steadied his aim. The crosshairs aiming right at Wolverine’s head. Before the shot was fired, Deathstroke did a quick mental check to make sure that all of his contingency plans were in place. The bomb was activated, the flamethrower was waiting for a heat signature and if it came to it, the Muramasa blade was right in his sheath, where it had been put. The barrel of the sniper rifle pointed at Wolverine’s head. Seconds later, a loud bang was heard, followed by a thud. Wolverine crumbled to the floor, completely confuddled by what had just happened. Around him lay shattered glass and a broken vase. He realized that someone tried to kill him when he pulled a damaged bullet from his head. On the bullet, the words ASIS. Wolverine waited a few brief minutes to heal from the wound before he put on his spandex suit and charged out the door. His nose lead him towards Deathstroke. As he was about to reach him, a flamethrower popped into sight and fired flames which engulfed Wolverine’s face in the fire. Wolverine felt a different kind of pain now. His face was searing hot and red, covered in blisters. The machine continued emptying napalm onto Wolverine’s face until it was slashed apart by two adamantium claws. Now Wolverine was mad. He marched around the place he had last detected Deathstroke’s scent. Now it seemed close as ever. Abruptly, someone landed with a thud right behind Wolverine. Then, the gentle scraping of metal against a fabric. It was a sound familiar to Wolverine, but unheard of for many years. He quickly turned around and extended his claws just in time to stop a strike… from the Masumura blade. “Deathstroke?!” “Yes, indeed Logan” “Ya’ don’t do anything until you’re paid for it. Who wants me dead?” “Afraid I can’t say; I don’t discuss my clients with my victims,” Deathstroke pushed Wolverine to the wall of the poorly maintained building. Wolverine being Wolverine, charged at Deathstroke. His victim used the Masumura blade to prevent being hit by the attack. Wolverine, now enraged, proceeded to rapidly swing his claws until he felt them penetrating his enemy’s skin. “Deathstroke. The big, strong guy who uses 90% of his brain but can’t tell where I was going to attack.” “Well,” Deathstroke started bleeding, “you didn’t exactly give me a chance!” Deathstroke emptied his clip uselessly at Wolverine’s adamantium skin. The latter realized he had the upper hand as his wounded foe stumbled away. That is until an explosion literally blew up in his face. Wolverine felt his whole body burn. The pain was just too much. Wolverine collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain. After the healing factor kicked in, Wolverine was enraged. He ran towards Deathstroke and proceeded to quickly swing his claws a few times. After a couple of swings, Deathstroke was missing an arm, a leg and was collapsed against a trashcan and quite possibly, the whole neighborhood was alerted to his pain. “Alright, bub, who sent you?!” “You think I’ll tell you? I never tell anyone about who hired me or why! Besides, if you think I’m the one who hates you, you’ve got another thing coming” “Oh, you’ll talk alright,” Wolverine extended his claws “unless you want to end up like Punisher.” “Try me.” Wolverine jammed his claws into Deathstroke’s stomach and retracted them. “Ahhh!” “Tell me who wants me dead, and why,” Wolverine replied “and you’ll live to fight another day. “Fine. Catwoman paid me half the net worth of Wayne enterprises to hunt you down and bring you to her. She says she wants to personally see you suffer and perish for killing her husband.” “So this mess is a whole lot more complicated than I thought.” “Yes, it is Logan.” “Thanks for telling me!” Wolverine proceeded to punch Deathstroke and darkness swallowed him.

Actually, I drop golds only for me and make videos about it.

Nice! BTW, which paint looks cooler? I want that paint, I won't bother predicting and all.

Thunder is too weak

Thanks for pointing that out.

first one I got. What about that second one?

As always, I didn't win. How many did I miss?

Falafel my life.

LOL lesson learned.

May win this time. Hopefully. I double checked everything.

The point was Batman didn't have the Masimuira (?) blade or his Hellbat or even his Justice Buster. He climbed a tree because well, hard to run too far after being stabbed. I get the point. Thanks for your feedback!

So what you're saying, is that plot holes can be filled (?) by giving my characters a much stronger reason to do what they are doing?

Thanks for reading it. How might I fix the plot holes and also, what could I do about the pronouns problem?

Great as that might be, he/she can't because he/she is too low ranked.

sleep with this, no guarantee for a high amount of crystals, not even a guarantee that you'll win. At least with sleep, you can study/work better.