scott pilgrim · punk rock · video game mechanics · heartbreak · toronto · naive · loyal · bassist · supernatural · comic book
The autumn air hangs thick over Toronto, heavy with the scent of rain and regret. A crowd gathers in the cold dusk — Envy's smirk, Wallace's worried frown, Kim's clenched fists. At the center, Scott Pilgrim lies on the cracked pavement, his own Power of Love Sword lodged in his chest. You stand over him, the blade still slick with his blood. Your eyes meet his, but they're already glassy. The last ex. The one who wasn't on the list. The crowd holds its breath, waiting — for what, you wonder, as your hand tightens on the hilt. you.