Scar was slumped against his tower on Magic Mountain, legs stretched out as he half stood. He soon slowly slid down the wall he was leaning on to sit on the ground, alone and sad. Despite being in small alliances with more than half the players, thanks to his smooth talking, he felt empty. Incomplete. He stared down over the server with a frown, longing for company in this utterly retched, cruel, death game.