[o] 14th Scratch - Doc Scratch [Accidental Video; During Wednesday's Reaver Raid]
[BANG!
The loud ringing of a gun goes off, and the all too familiar screech of a Reaver can be heard as it falls to the ground.
More bangs, more screeching. The faciliberry is knocked about and a scene is visible of Doc Scratch with his unmistakable cue ball head firing a revolver at swarms of Reavers in futility, within a house of green.]
You're getting blood all over the carpet. I don't appreciate that you know.
[His voice is casual and nonchalant, not even angry, simply irritated. He wasn't afraid, though he was obviously battered, scratches and cracks in the cue ball of his head and rips in his white suit, stained with blood.
Scratch pulls the trigger again, downing another Reaver with a shot through the head. And yet it isn't long until he's overwhelmed.
The less-than-human creatures swarm him, ripping into his "flesh" (in actuality made of plush skin and fluff.) His limbs are torn off his torso, guts made of stuffing flying everywhere. The scene is not unlike a dog tearing apart furniture.
Upon realizing he isn't made of anything edible, the Reavers quickly abandon him, stepping on his mangled body as they ransack his home. Scratch's scratched head is turned towards the camera, lifeless, gun in hand and golden collar glinting spitefully around his neck.
The feed eventually times out.]
The loud ringing of a gun goes off, and the all too familiar screech of a Reaver can be heard as it falls to the ground.
More bangs, more screeching. The faciliberry is knocked about and a scene is visible of Doc Scratch with his unmistakable cue ball head firing a revolver at swarms of Reavers in futility, within a house of green.]
You're getting blood all over the carpet. I don't appreciate that you know.
[His voice is casual and nonchalant, not even angry, simply irritated. He wasn't afraid, though he was obviously battered, scratches and cracks in the cue ball of his head and rips in his white suit, stained with blood.
Scratch pulls the trigger again, downing another Reaver with a shot through the head. And yet it isn't long until he's overwhelmed.
The less-than-human creatures swarm him, ripping into his "flesh" (in actuality made of plush skin and fluff.) His limbs are torn off his torso, guts made of stuffing flying everywhere. The scene is not unlike a dog tearing apart furniture.
Upon realizing he isn't made of anything edible, the Reavers quickly abandon him, stepping on his mangled body as they ransack his home. Scratch's scratched head is turned towards the camera, lifeless, gun in hand and golden collar glinting spitefully around his neck.
The feed eventually times out.]