Yes

Yes

Go vote Joe

VOTE JOE

I will vote Scar

Look it has so many benefits

You should also vote Scar

Pls vote scar i will make a comic i will make a pixel animation i will do so much

he has such a special place in my heart and does inspire me alot and his voice is soothing and he is pathetic and a wet cat and he has a cat and he has a silver tongue and he could sell me sand in the desert he has a monopoly of sand he his a mayor a malewife a silly little meow meow and he has a cat named jellie and shes so cute and i am already upset enough that pixlriffs iskall and fwhip went out so early

Go vote Joe Hills

be not afraid

checkmarks are like eyes and angels need a hundred

lets joe to the polls, folks!

Hi

Just a friendly reminder that Cleo killed my Purl babygurl

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Vote Joe

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Vote for the sexiest man

This is my gtws propaganda since I’m shit at art, GO VOTE SCAR!!!

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ROUND 6:

1. GoodTimesWithScar Ethoslab GOODTIMESWITHSCAR (1) nominated from Hermitcraft, Last Life, Create Mod Server, Third Life, Double Life, Amon

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYMGsF7R/

^^ I can only add one video so there’s the cosplay video!

Scar swinged his sword, chopping an arm of a zombie. He smiled with satisfaction and stabbed the zombie straight in the face.

"Stupid brainless monsters" he thought to himself with pure hatred and turned around to chop off two heads in one move. It felt good.

He never let anyone look when he cleaned his unlit bases of monsters. He was a little scared that they might think he's crazy. But to be fair not many pepole kill zombie with such satisfaction and brutallity.

One zombie came closer than the others. Closer than Scar would like. He swinged his sword again and cut through it's spongy, rotten flesh like through butter.

He looked around. There was so many of them. A sea of rotten brainless monsters. He pushed through the hungry for brains crowd using his sword. Stabbed one in the chest, chop anothers torso off.

He placed torches on the way. As much as he liked to have a place where he can unload his anger he couldn't let his visitors hear the growls of angry monsters coming from under Main Street.

He hid his sword in the inventory and focused on spacing the torches. He shouldn't have, he should never get his eyes of his enemy, even if it was as stupid as zombies. The only thing he heard was a triumphal growl and then...

Darkness

Like always

He woke up. The pain in his back was fading but it still was a little paintful to move. The sun was slowly rising on the horizon and he realized that he must've spent the whole night killing zombies.

Again.

He lied for a while. His old scars hurt again. He hoped he could forget likd he sometimes forgot how to spell some words ot to eat when he was on low health. But he could never forget what those things did to him.

"Oh gosh, my stuff!" He remembered, jumped out of his bed and quickly ran back towards the underside of Scarland. He couldn't let it despawn it would be so much grinding and he just got a new set of armour. "Don't worry Jellie I'll be right back!"

Yay Scar angst!

Guess who is feeling better? Not me! I'm still very sick but I felt bad promising whoever actually reads this blog Scar angst and then not giving it to you.

So anyway here you go some TCD trauma yay!

I feel like Scar would be that kind of person to have a traumatic flashback, think about it for a while and then go back to beenig silly.