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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.
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.
"Do you want to live forever? " the words of a smiling doctor from an ad that ended the world echoed in Scars mind.
"No I don't" he thought back remembering the look on pepole's faces when their limbs started turning sickly green and twisting in unnatural directons "That's what happens when you try to live forever Jellie. You become a barin-eating monster." he said to his only friend in this plauged world.
The advertisement played from the broken tv that stood with half of it's screen shattered in the middle of a living room Scar found himself resting in after barely escaping the zombies. The sun was setting through big broken windows and the ruined city behind it looked like it was covered in blood. Scar was tired after a long day of running and hiding from the creatures that roamed the streets below. He neded to find a a safe place to stay for longer than a day. But not here.
The ad played one more time bringing him back to reality. "Of course this ad must be stuck on a loop" he thought annoyed and grabbed his baseball bat decorated nicely with stickers and blood and smashed the tv with it. The sound of a falling object might have alerted the zombies but he didn't care. As long as this damned commercial didn't play he was happy.
He went to the kitchen to search for food. Cupboards - empty, empty, a jar of old coffee, empty. He opened the fridge door trying not to look at the photos of a happy family that were attached to it with magnets from trips to different cities and countries. They were probably already dead. Or zombies. It didn't matter. What mattered was that the fridge was also empty. He was a little hungry but he had to last without food for the night.
At least Jellie didn't have to worry about food beacuse she showed him proudly the mouse she just caught. "Come on Jellie let's see if they have some cool books or stickers here. The rocket one got almost entirely scratched off"
Yay Scar angst again
Oh to be a child surviving the apocalypse only with your cat
Every vote is a hug for tis traumatized little boy
Go vote for him he really needs it.
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
Most hermits have childhood photos. Of course some of them don't like looking at them. But Scar convinced everyone he doesn't have any. And it worked.
He hides them. He can't let anyone know he lied. He also doesn't like looking at them either. They bring memories.
A smiling boy eating beans from a can and a cat sitting next to him on the table. A baseball bat covered in stickers leaning the chair. Mmm beans! Written on the photo with sloppy handwriting.
Something that can be called a selfie. The same boy but much older looking into the camera with a smirk. Behind him there's a burning building.Typical arson thursday! This time written with much cleaner handwriting.
This one is very blurred. You can barely make out a road, a leg and an arm. There's something green behind them. They're chasing us!!! Again with the sloppy handwriting written on the side.
Again a selfie of sorts. Again the boy. Again he's smiling. This time in the the background there's a theme park. Carousels and a ferris wheel. All abandoned. This time on the photo there's written My theme park!
Scar has childhood photos. He just can't let anyone know he does.
More angst? Yes
Here you go
Scar found a camera one time and decided that he's gonna make himself a photo album.
It was hard beacuse he didn't have anyone to take photos of him.
He had them in his pocket when he died so they teleported with him to Kingdomcraft.
He wont let them get damaged
I was just practising anatomy and
And it became Scar
I can't help it
He's just everywhere now
