Fueled by spirals, snacks, poor coping mechanisms...and cat hair.
ABOUT THE CLUB
"What is the Emotional Damage Club?"
The Emotional Damage Club (EDC) is a sketchy little world full of emotionally unstable doodles, existential side quests, fourth-wall breaks, and deeply questionable coping mechanisms.
It’s not really a club. It’s more like a collective spiral.
A space for the mentally crispy to laugh, relate, and maybe cry into a sticker.
The Club features a growing cast of sentient sketchlings—each one embodying a different flavor of damage. There’s no plot. No lessons. Just deeply relatable chaos, a mascot who rewrites the lore without permission, and a creator who may or may not be spiraling while you read this.
"Who the $@!# is the Scribblr?"
The Scribblr is the unseen hand behind the Club.
Some say they’re a myth. Others say they live inside a half-used sketchpad next to a cold cup of coffee.
They draw. They overthink. They cope.
They’re not a brand. They’re not a persona. They’re just someone who turned their spiral into a comic universe so the rest of us wouldn’t feel so alone while spiraling too.
(Also: They’re easily bribed with Ko-fi tips and serotonin.)