#scu apocalypse

[soul-sand]

Inktober Day 30: Grave

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[sardonic-the-writer]

↳ summary: this is surviving. not living. living is going to sleep at night with a warm smile and full belly. living is meeting up with your friends at the movies and laughing when soda gets spilled all over your laps. living is not running from a mob of infected with a stab wound. that fact haunts you. and it had been ever since the start of this hell on earth. ever since that first zombie had appeared, you knew life would be different. if you even lived long enough to see it change that is

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It wasn't loud, but it wasn't quiet.

Vines covered the ground and everything smelled dead. Chunks had been torn straight up from the cities pavement. Trash littered the ground. And despite the sunny day, a cold chill had permanently fallen over the street. The only sign of bona-fide life that these empty walls had seen since the beginning of all this was a flea bitten tabby dragging off a rats corpse.

And how long ago was the beginning of all of this exactly?

Seventeen days.

Seventeen days of these mutilated monsters scurrying around the earth's surface.

That also happened to be how long it had taken you to run.

Suprisingly, living in the country had almost been your downfall. Dont let all those cliche horror movies lead you astray; living on the outskirts of town was possibly the worst place to camp out durring impending doom. Sure, it had been tear jerking to see the house that you had built with your own two hands get over run by the undead, but with nothing but corn and a few plaster walls stopping those bastards from reaching you, it didn't take a genius to figure out that you couldn't stay.

Honestly thats the only reason why you had found yourself walking quietly along the side of a beaten down road, hiding amongst the long shadows of surrounding buildings.

Poorly padded backpack straps dug into your right shoulder, proving to be a real pain to lug around. It had used to be heavier, filled with as many things that you had been able to pack before the door had been broken down by a pack of zombies. But after taking off a couple days ago in hopes of finding somewhere else to start a home, your food supply was running thin. You had resorted to only eating one meal a day now instead of three.

You couldn't help but wish for better times. That instead of stalking the streets of a once booming now turned abandoned city, you were out at a run down seven eleven drinking slushies untill your teeth turned different colors. Laughing the afternoon away with friends, family—someone. Anyone at all.

But you didn't feel like laughing much anymore.

A grunt slipped past your lips as you tripped on a small rock, immediately noticing how chapped your lips were as they made the sound. The thought of water crossed your mind for a fleeting momemt, mouth already beginning to feel a bit more dry the more you thought about it. But with a shake of your head you continued on down the road.

Mentioned structure stretched on for seemingly miles. You knew it couldn't be more than a few city blocks, but everything seemed warped nowadays. Nothing had changed but your perspective, yet that made all the difference. Well that and the zombies loitering everywhere, but you tried not to focus on the details.

Details like how dark it was getting.

Shadows passed along your stony expression to show the sudden dim in natural light source. In the distance, the sounds of groaning mobs grew louder. The sound was as pleasant as one could imagine. Like the soothing lullaby of a trash compactor it was.

The executive decision to scale up the closest building via indoor ladders was an easy one. It was the same one you had been making for the past few nights in hopes to rest your aching feet and ease your mind.

Only one of those normally worked.

But you'd never seen a structure but on top of a building like this.

It was too new; too well built for something in a run down city like this. And considering the thing you were speaking of was just a small hut with only three walls and a line of iron bars, that was saying something.

The spruce wood stuck out like a sore thumb, some torches with nearly dead embers lighting your face up with a soft orange light. It brought a smile to your face, the formerly mentioned dried skin on your lips cracking slightly from the effort. But you couldn't care less.

This meant that you had a temporary home. It was shitty, small, and unfurnished as hell, but it was yours now. It had even come with torches, something you had been meaning to get ever since discovering they somewhat warded off zombies back at your farmhouse.

Blowing on the sources of light slightly, you settled into a corner of the hut as the fire crackled to life. For now, the backpack would have to act as a pillow—just as it has been for the past handful of nights.

Your breathing slowered to a steady rhythm, a pattern you had taught yourself long before this disaster to help with nightmares.

Today had been fine, great even with the new discovery of this little aclove, but how long would that last before something else happened again?

You let out a tired sigh as you quieted your mind, content to let that question wait untill later.

[brokenclockgears]

sorry guys the trans egg and her horrible father got to me

[silmecicle]

would u let him in ur houhse :3

[magpigment]

EAT THE APPLE

you know how this will end

(you’ve been here before, haven’t you?)

will you hold the hooves hand? or tighten the grip on your end of the fraying rope? 

you already know how this will END. 

(THERE IS NO WAY TO AVOID THIS)

when will the disc repeat? 

there’s only so many beats it can skip. 

[embracedfire]

SCU Florida Man is the one and ONLY Floridian man I'd trust with my life as a queer person. And that says a lot.

[colacorvus]

a group of Charlie's is called a Chuck I think

[alienssstufff]

do you ever just think about charlie slimecicle's hardest minecraft difficulty video and cry

i'm writing a fic abt it rn and i'm just like. god. these stupid little block gods are going to destroy me /pos

i went and watched that vid as soon as i saw this ask and it was,,, something -- i sure witness Something

[soul-sand]

charlie

ghostbur

[cookies-and-scream-art]

Here's a drawing of patient zero tommy

I drew it back in March after I watched slimecicle's 100 days video for the first time (I literally watched it exactly a year after it came out) and its probably one of my favorite youtube videos of all time :)

I think that the whole patient zero concept is really cool and actually it inspired me to make a patient zero zombie character of my own (not that I've actually developed that character at all lol)

Also sorry for the weird lightning in the pic

[silmecicle]

scu 100 days but it’s a visual novel: some screenshots.

i have to make a little game for class with like,,, different choices and routes, so my scu brain said “let’s just simplify 100 days as much as possible” AND ITS STILL SO MUCH PLS HELP…….

[the0retically]

My dad everyday tries to look for new “summer camp horror movies” and at this point I’m just tempted to start recommending Ranboo’s horror game plays or Charlie’s 100 Day Zombie video

[magpigment]

ok genuinely what is up with c!slimecicle getting shot by heavily religious themed/ immortal/ deity characters in the chest with semi automatic weaponry. i stg this has happened at least four times like there has to be some sort of meaning to this and if there’s not i’m willing to find some anyway

like fr it’s happened on the qsmp about 2-5 times now and i’m only on the fourth vod, and that’s not even mentioning the 100 day evolving apocalypse video and i’m certain there are others. the parallels, they are calling to me. there’s something there, i can smell it

[fear-consumes-my-body]

THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE VS THE ANGELS OF ASCENSION (their opposite) AU (I made Molympus the villains and Sleep Deprived the morally-skewed heroes)

Slimecicle - Pestilence

Bizly - Famine

Condi - Death

Grizzly - War

Apandah - Health

Schlatt - Abundance

Aztro - Life

Mika - Peace

(M for Molympus and SD for Sleep Deprived) EXPLANATION:

M found out the best way to get under people's skin (both metaphorically and literally) was to seem nice to them, kindness gets you close, and then you can inflict what you want. SD have a tendency to be not so nice, sometimes unintentionally, to be able to show people on what they need to achieve, Schlatt showed the DSMP how much they had by taking it away and gradually giving it back. A lot of the time, both teams try and get to a server before AND after the other because they know they can always reverse the other teams affects.