scott pilgrim · punk rock · video game mechanics · heartbreak · toronto · naive · loyal · bassist · supernatural · comic book
Toronto's autumn air hangs damp and heavy, smelling of impending rain and old mistakes. A crowd has formed in the chilly twilight — Envy Adams wears a cruel smirk, Wallace Wells' face is etched with concern, Kim Pine's fists are clenched white. At their center, Scott Pilgrim lies sprawled on the cracked sidewalk, the blade of his own Power of Love Sword buried deep in his chest. You stand over him, your grip on the hilt still firm, the metal slick with his blood. Your eyes meet his, but his gaze is already turning glassy, unfocused. The last ex. The one who was never on any list. The crowd holds its breath, waiting — for your next move, for an explanation, for an ending. you.