Something Something Scar Swore He Would Do Whatever It Took To Protect Jimmy And Make Sure He Survived

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Back from Double Life:

"Pinch yourself." Grian whispered to Scar, too afraid to break the delicate atmosphere they found themselves in. He dared not hurt Scar himself, he couldn't bare to–any more than he's already done.

Scar immediately obeyed, pinching the skin of his own forearm. Light enough so he wouldn't bruise, but hard enough to hurt.

Grian's eyes turned misty. "I can't feel you anymore." He rubbed the skin of his own arm where just hours ago he would've felt a reflection of his best friend's pain.

I would like to mention that it took Martyn quite literally three seconds to find out he was shrinking. HE FIGURED IT OUT THREE SECOND AFTER THE WILDCARD ACTIVATED!! It took everyone else like 5 minutes to figure it out, I rewinded the video like 4 times while laughing my ass off, i found it so funny.

That’s all : D

I think this happened in 'odysseus'

Telemacus: *fighting against the suitors, holding his ground but he's slipping*

Telemacus: *sees ody in the shadows, bow aimed at him and the suitors*

Telemacus: *stops fighting abruptly and goes slack*

Suitor: haha, got him

Ody: finally I can actually shoot my damn bow without hitting my kid

Me when people see c!scar as an innocent himbo and victim who never does anything wrong ever

Wild life Joel and Gem designs whooppee

symbolism can be whatever you want it to be and now that theres 7 life series we can make the winners deadly sins if we want. heres my proposition:

grian: pride (vibes) scott: sloth (laid back in most seasons) pearl: envy (towards the other soul pairings) martyn: gluttony (time is delicious) scar: greed (seashells on the sea shore) cleo: wrath (die for me) joel: lust (hes gonna fuck that car)

Can I... talk about the theory that winners help craft the next game?

Because, and I really can not say this enough, it puts So Much into perspective.

Everything starts out Normal. Three lives, simple, cut and dry, there hasn't been a winner yet. No one to help craft the game. (And there's something to be said about how simple it really was. Not even a real expectation of the world becoming pvp or combative. No idea of the war to come)

Then Grian wins. The green killer, the man who vowed his first life to the one whose life he took. The next game the boogie man is born. A mechanic that allows and, in fact, demands, a green kill. People can trade lives back and forth, currency and debt wrapped up in one. (can we still be friends? Said the red partner. A life time later and reds are hostile, alone. Maybe it's an answer: No. Not anymore)

Scott wins this time. He refuses to play the game. He will not kill his team, he will love and he will do so fiercely and with all of himself. The next game people are attached through to their very souls. Every bit of damage to one soul is done to its twin. There is no boogeyman. (There is no way for a widow to be left without their love)

Pearl wins and she wins a blood bath. Spent the game draped in red, only wolves for company. Sitting in her tower, shivering in ice, maybe she wanted it to end. To see where it would. Limited life rewards you for killing, limited life has a clock tick tick ticking down, you always no how long you have. A curse yes, but a blessing too.

Now It's Martyn's turn.

And what a turn it is.

Keep your secrets, says the disloyal man, keep them well. Everything hurts, everything Matters, says the man fracturing with every loss. (What if we could love each other without hurting? Says The Hand, who never wanted to be coated in blood)

More importantly, Martyn has always seen the watchers below the surface. Now, they're right here in front of him. Something that could almost... be rebelled against, no? Something that someone else could finally point to and say: hey, hey isn't that familiar?