I Mean

I mean

Who doesn't want scitties

I do want scitties

So I will vote Scar

ROUND 7:

GOODTIMESWITHSCAR (1) nominated from Hermitcraft, Last Life, Create Mod Server, Third Life, Double Life, Among Us, The Crafting Dead, MCC

vs

JOE HILLS (3) nominated from Hermitcraft, Beetlejhost, Joemez Addams, UHC

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

Yeah

Vote Scar

Heyheyhey listen

Watcher Scar w tattoos in places where supposed to be wings

Also, eyes tattoos, and they glowing when one of the watchers around... U opened my secret box of imagination what did u do

I LOVE THIS AHSDSJ

VOTE SCAR

I will

I will

Joe who? Joe Whills?

MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE

VOTE FOR THE GOODTIMES

"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.

Today I woke up from an amazing dream of going to a picnick date on the beach with my photographer girlfriend

Then I realized I don't have a girlfriend

And I don't live near the sea

And it's cold and raining so I can't have a picnick

Life is great