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For some reason, Secret Life Scar has been reminding me of TCD Scar. . . . . maybe it's because I think, that if TCD Scar could look into the future, he'd imagine himself kind of as someone like Secret Life Scar.
A wealthy, geared-up salesman, trading his way through dangerous situations. Someone who's so stacked with gear and enchants that he could survive an apocalypse with ease. Someone strong and formidable.
(Yet, Scar is still very alone, in a still very hostile world . . .)
An ideal state of existence, for young TCD Scar.
It's just been something that's been on my mind.
I also drew a Jellie stuffed animal, cuz I feel like TDC Scar definitely would have carried this around with him back then.
Drawing on the left is from one of Scar's episodes in The Crafting Dead, where he was pushed off a building by a horde of zombies and had to use one of his few medicine-syringes to heal his broken leg because he didn't know how to use/make a splint.
In these drawings I included his gun that also had the name Scar and his trusty katana that he loved to use.
Media types: water colors, pencil, colored pencil, pen
Media types in the Jellie drawing: ink pen, ohuhu markers
I find it really funny how just yesterday I posted about how Secret Life Scar reminds me of Scar from his The Crafting Dead series.
And then, when episode seven came out today, there's literally a zombie apocalypse and he's trying to snipe the infected with his bow just like he used to snipe zombies from his watch tower in TCD.
Except this time, Scar doesn't succumb to the hordes by his own choice.
Instead, Scar loses the battle and becomes one of them.
The plot line!!!! the angst potential!!!!!!
Guys, I'm absolutely rioting.
He took out his gun and shot the mirror. He was wasting his ammo he new that. But he didn't care. Not now. He shot another two mirrors. The sound of cracking glass didn't satisfy him. He pointed his gun at a framed photo of a happy family. "Actors" he thought with hatred. He fired. Right in the middle of this fake smiling face. He shot it again and again. He hit the faces every single time even tough his vision was blurred with tears.
He screamed. This isn't working! Why isn't this working? He grabbed his bat and smashed another mirror. The foggy memory of a warm smiling face cracked into a milion pieces. But it still was there. He broke more mirrors. He crushed them with his bat, he kicked them and punched them until his hands where bleeding from cuts. He stomped on them and threw them at the walls. But it didn't work. It didn't help.
"Time fot plan B" he said quietly wiping his face of tears. He started humming a melody while pouring the gasoline on the floor. He kept humming it when he took out his lighter and set a wooden table leg on fire. He kept humming it when he calmly walked out of the burning room. He still had some time until fire reaches the gasoline.
So he walked to the building on the other side of the street humming this melody that he never heard before. He quickly ran to the roof. Jellie was waiting.
She meowed at him asking "Do you feel better now Scar? You made so much noise!"
"Yeah" he said. He did feel a little better. The warm memory started getting warmer and warmer. "But now look" he pointed at the burning building. He timed this perfectly.
Fire exploded the windows and he started humming the melody again. And the memory got so hot he couldn't look straight at it anymore. And then it slowly burned to crisp and turned black and when he tried to touch it, it dissolved into ash and there was nothing left of it exept darkness.
Teenage Scar dealing with his anger issues
The answer is always property damage and arson
Or scarson in this case
I was just practising anatomy and
And it became Scar
I can't help it
He's just everywhere now
