( Cut for length and graphic/disturbing stuff )

[Doc Scratch turns on the feed, looking only mildly disturbed. He's taken off both his suit jacket and dress shirt, a plush white torso underneath. His supsenders hang by his sides.]

Perhaps this isn't painful-- to me, that is-- but it certainly is troublesome and whatever this is, I believe it's going to burst from my back any moment now.

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[The feed comes on and Scratch is staring into the faciliberry, then down at his hands, as if they were completely foreign objects to him. As a matter of fact...]God, can't believe I got stuck as this little creep. What a pervert, I bet you guys don't even know half of how disgusting he is around little girls. But hell, that's not even the worst of ( Read more... )

[Scratch is leaning back against the pool table in the rec room, the faciliberry propped up somewhere a little ways away from him for people to be able to see his whole figure. He has one of the cue sticks gripped tightly in his hand, which he's leaning on for support as a cane. His right leg is missing from the knee down. In its place, Scratch has ( Read more... )

[When the feed starts up, a familiar cue ball head comes into view. Unfamiliar, however, is the scratched, cracked, and battered surface of his normally perfectly smooth skull. While he had exchanged his tattered suit for a fresh one, he still appeared badly damaged, as evidenced by the bits of fluff floating around his room and the rips visible on ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[Doc Scratch stands outside his home, the faciliberry hovering in the air a few feet in front of him. It doesn't seem too amused, mumbling and grumbling profanities. The screeches of the Reavers can be heard from all directions.]I once more offer my protection to those who need it. Injured, frightened, or simply without a safe place to stay, I ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on and is rather shaky, it seems like the faciliberry is shaking in fear, somehow pinned into place. The image is fixed on Doc Scratch, standing up straight and tall inside a green room. His body is pulsing with green and yellow lightening, the collar around his neck gone from blue to black ( Read more... )

[A very young looking Doc Scratch seems to be in the biodome, having set his communicator down in the grass a little ways away from where he stood, propped up against a rock. Scratch doesn't seem to notice he hit record by accident. It seems his white coat is off as well and he's wearing a green striped dress shirt with suspenders underneath.
The ( Read more... )

[A tiny, white finger pokes the camera on the little communicator device as it turns on. The camera's focus moves around the entire room as its owner shifts it into place carefully. When the camera's view is set into position, it's tilted down at an angle, towards the floor.

Someone hops down from a chair nearby with a thud, and then walks into the ( Read more... )