Lab Scars
Welcome to Lab Scars — the private blog tied directly to Scars. This is where I will address questions from emails and other messages related to Fade and published works only.
Because this section is password-protected, it also serves as a hidden channel: select readers will find cryptic password hints tucked into posts. The password will change from time to time, so pay attention. Nothing here is final — but every scar you see can be dug into deeper.
September 23, 2025
Behind The Smoke: Building Fade’s World
The concept of Fade began simply with a song: "The Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance.
Not exactly the story from the song itself, but the feeling it sparked. The question was planted in my head:
What if your father died… and only then you discovered he was a superhero?
That thought lit the fuse. From there, the “what ifs” multiplied:
What if the story unfolded in New York City?
What if the backdrop wasn’t just fictional alleys, but real neighborhoods and streets you could walk down yourself?
What kind of powers or tools would someone actually need to stand against the city’s darkness?
That’s how Fade came to life.
He isn’t indestructible. He doesn’t fly. He bleeds, he makes mistakes, and the city doesn’t always welcome him. But he has two things that make him dangerous in a world full of crime:
A photographic memory that never lets him forget.
Electric gloves part tool, part weapon, all improvised grit.
It all began there: a song, a city, and a whisper of an idea that refused to stay quiet.
The Fade was born from the smoke, and he’s been haunting me ever since.
October 6, 2025
Battle Hymns and Whiskey
Editing Fade has been… slow. Painfully, gloriously, maddeningly slow. The slow that makes you question not only your talent but your blood type. Every page feels like a surgical procedure, steady hands, shaky heart, and no anesthesia.
I tell myself the editor is being “meticulous.” But let’s be honest, it’s a polite way of saying she reread the same sentence twelve times, trying to decide if the comma deserves to live. At this point I just scream KILL It!
Somewhere between those endless revisions, I started to realize something: Fade isn’t just a book that I trust to the surgical editing procedure; it’s a scar that’s still healing. Every cut, every rearranged line, every deleted paragraph, it’s like tracing over old wounds, deciding which ones still belong on the body of the story.
And maybe that’s the point of this whole “lab”, the experimenting, the explosions, the occasional self-inflicted injury. Each book leaves a mark. Fade is shaping up beautifully, but it’s definitely leaving another scar on the scientist.
The funny part? That very scar is what’s feeding The Magnificent Piece of Shit. That book is becoming a mirror, a story about what happens when the experimenter finally turns the microscope on himself. Same hands, same heart, just a different kind of madness.
So yeah… progress is slow. But scars take time. And if I’m going to leave one more on the page, I’d rather it be deliberate.
Pour some whiskey on it and walk it off!!!