Dec 19 19:30:07 <Mister_Clacky|GM>   *****G-Platypus: Scrap Individual Log*****
Dec 19 19:30:07 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 The world goes black. Your head is hazy, your eyes closed.
Dec 19 19:32:29 *	Scrap tries to think as best as he can, opening his eyes. He can't have died again! He can't have failed them again! But, this time feels different...
Dec 19 19:34:38 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 You blink, the room coming into focus. It's a simple room in an old familiar shack. "Coming to, I see. Turn your head, look at me."
Dec 19 19:35:33 *	Scrap spins around, ready to face whomever this strange attacker is!
Dec 19 19:37:51 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 The zebra stallion behind you gives a wisened old smile. "Easy, Scrap. It's just me."
Dec 19 19:39:17 *	Scrap 's eyes go wide and his jaw drops. His breathing quickly becomes hard.
Dec 19 19:43:29 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 The older stallion walks up to you. Smiling. "Bad day? You know you're always welcome here."
Dec 19 19:47:20 *	Scrap can't breath. There are no words. It's him. He gets to see him again! But, that means that he won't see the others again. But, he's here in front of him again! Overwhelmed, he just stares at him. His mouth moves some like he's trying to form words, but nothing comes out.
Dec 19 19:52:17 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 He chuckles, walking over to a cabinet. "Let me get you some water. If you're going to take the risk of visiting, I suppose I should be a host."
Dec 19 19:55:10 <Scrap>	"V-visiting? C-can't I stay?"
Dec 19 19:58:41 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 There's a shift, an impossible change of time and place that still somehow seems normal. It's dark, very dark. Through the black you can hear his voice, but can't see him. "Why would I want you to?"
Dec 19 20:00:07 *	Scrap 's chest becomes tight again. "W-what?"
Dec 19 20:02:04 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 "Why would I want you?" There's a tinge of grey in the distance, a bit of light a ways off.
Dec 19 20:04:21 *	Scrap struggles to comprehend what's going on. "Y-you took me in. You w-wanted me when he didn't." He sees the grey and isn't sure if he wants to find out what it is. This is not how he imagined seeing him again.
Dec 19 20:06:43 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 "Just discarded Scrap. Sometimes you see something and think you can fix it. Sometimes you realize it's hopeless." The area brightens. You're inside your fathers house. A pegasus mare lays on a battered couch, bruised and battered.
Dec 19 20:11:07 *	Scrap winces as his name is used that way like his master plunged a knife into him. He looks at his mother in front of him. "M-mother? Mother?" He starts to walk forward. She'll surly still love him, there's no way she couldn't. She'll take him into her hooves like when he was younger and hold him for as long as he needs her to.
Dec 19 20:12:25 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 She looks up at you, one eye closed by swelling. "Why..."
Dec 19 20:15:20 *	Scrap puts his hooves on the couch, expecting her to hold him, but why did she ask that that way? He smiles at her, finding it surprisingly hard. The smile makes him realize that his cheeks are already wet. "Mother, I-I've missed you."
Dec 19 20:17:51 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 Looks out you, anger coming into her unswollen eye. "Why do I have to suffer more for you being /you/?" There's a soft tut-tut behind you, your master's voice. "What kind of stallion allows that to happen to a mare?"
Dec 19 20:21:47 *	Scrap 's ears flatten. "I..." He turns to look at his master. "B-but, I couldn't..."
Dec 19 20:26:23 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 He stands, long gashes covering his chest. The left side of his face looks like it was flayed away. Somehow the exposed blue eye still moves and tracks you on that side. "Of course you couldn't. Couldn't save her. Couldn't save me. You are a /failure/."
Dec 19 20:29:26 *	Scrap 's eyes go wide again as he sees him mutilated. The memories of him being cut apart rush back to him. His mind races to try and make sense of all of this. "But... but... y-you said to stay put."
Dec 19 20:31:42 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 He snorts a mist of blood out of his nose. "And you /listened/. Coward. You're father was /right/ about you."
Dec 19 20:33:54 *	Scrap 's heart shatters and falls. He looks up at him, face drenched. His mouth works again, trying to form words with no support from his lungs. He truns back to his mother, hoping that she'll defend him.
Dec 19 20:38:02 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 You turn, open air in front of you. Town square. Your mother's forelegs tied high to a post in the center. Her wings tied and pulled painfully straight out from her sides. Her back is crisscrossed with fresh lashes. She turns her head over her shoulder to look back at you. "One for each year since you've been born..."
Dec 19 20:41:07 *	Scrap can't stand seeing her like that! He runs forward to free her. Something is wrong this is all wrong. This is not how this is all supposed to be. He was supposed to be happy with them.
Dec 19 20:46:00 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 You gallop as hard as you can, but it's hard moving. It's like you're running through tar, moving painfully slowly toward her. Her face screws up in sorrow and anger. "If you'd been born better, /right/, he would have cared for me! You've caused me nothing but pain!" She screams the last. There's a flash of something, like a jump in an old movie, a single frame out of place. A black toothy maw open for you. Back to her, weeping.
Dec 19 20:46:10 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	A black toothy maw open for you. Back to her, weeping.
Dec 19 20:50:05 *	Scrap hesitates a moment before shacking his head and continuing to run toward her, tears flowing faster than ever. "I'm sorry, Mother. I don't want you hurt. It's not my fault."
Dec 19 20:53:26 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 You move forward a little faster now. The ropes tighten around her wings, pulling them taut. The tendons strain to bursting, sickening pops assault your ears. There's a weight around your neck, a yoke with two ropes tied round.
Dec 19 20:56:35 *	Scrap screams out to whoever is doing this to her. "Noooo! Stop it! Please!" He looks down at the yoke when he feels the weight and fights to get it off to get to her.
Dec 19 20:58:28 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 The ropes dance as you try to free the yoke from you. Another step, another pained scream and sickening pop. The ropes on your yoke go back to a pair of pullies then forward... to her wings. Your master's voice is in your ear. "See? Look how much you hurt her."
Dec 19 21:02:06 *	Scrap stops, horrified. He doubles his efforts to get it off of him. "N-no. I would never. Why? Why is this happening?"
Dec 19 21:05:27 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 The yoke hisses as errant tears fall on it, drinking it in. "You hurt her by /being/. You hid, stubbornly /being/ longer." There's a deep chuckle below the screams of your mother, your father's voice. "You and I are the same, causing pain to all those around you."
Dec 19 21:07:55 *	Scrap freezes and begins shaking, hearing that voice. He slowly turns his head toward it, terrified of seeing him again.
Dec 19 21:11:43 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 You turn, spotting the silloette of an imposing earthpony stallion standing on a raised platform. It looks towards you, an overpowering aura of destain washing over you. There's a flash of something, for just a split second the silloette is winged... reptilian... then its your father again.
Dec 19 21:16:06 *	Scrap blinks and shakes his head once again. What was that? That's the second time he's seen it. He looks up at his father, wanting more than anything to stand proudly and defiantly, but only being able to look up, confused and frightened.
Dec 19 21:19:14 <Mister_Clacky|GM>	 The stallion sneers, a lash raised high. "Don't you get it, /SCRAP/? You are mine, this life and the one after and the one after that. Eternally."
Dec 19 21:22:57 *	Scrap cowers as the lash is raised. He hates this, he wants it all to stop. "Please, stop! Please, let me out!"
Dec 19 23:09:30 <Mr_C|GM>	The stallion laughs as the lash falls. There's a shift, the lash is a hot iron the town square a forge.
Dec 19 23:14:02 <Scrap>	 looks up just long enough to see before cowering again, shaking and trying to make himself melt through the floor. He pleads desperately between sobs. "P-please, not again. I didn't do anything. I'm sorry if I did. I didn't mean to. Please."
Dec 19 23:16:23 <Mr_C|GM>	He speaks, a strange sibilance hissing out as he speaks. "You deserve to suffer." He the brand slowly descends.
Dec 19 23:22:46 <Scrap>	No. Not again. His Master taught him how to fight so that this would never happen again. But, his Master said... No, that couldn't be his Master. He would never had said those kinds of things. He was wrong. This is all wrong. He shouldn't be in this place. He has to fight back! That's what he taught him to do. He lifts his head up, anger in his eyes now, and makes to grab the brand. This time he can take it and fight back.
Dec 19 23:24:17 <Mr_C|GM>	As your hoof strikes the brand, the world breaks.
Dec 19 23:24:30 <Mr_C|GM>	*****session end*****