Scar had stared at the rusted broken button he had hit pressed many times hoping he would at least return back to hermitcraft or he would leave this sicking game.. this island the blood stained dirty grass growing old with the trees the bodies that had passed had rotted becoming one with the roots and flowers. He had sat next to the button tears stained his face he given up everyone was gone and he won. Yet was it worth it he asked himself. He was alone.

(Uhm I apologize if he acts out- ye)