way too long rambles about what my tma ocs’ domains would be like during the eyepocalypse

mark “mars” oliver - an endless rollercoaster ride. the speed slows down and gets fast again unpredictably, the track goes higher than you can even picture, and you can never quite trust the integrity of the ride. it makes strange noises, creaks and snaps that you can’t really see, and was your cart always twisted at this strange angle? you’re convinced you’re going to fall off, surely, any second now.

rachel prado - a farm. you’ve worked for months, endured harsh weather and endless hours of physical labour, planting seeds and feeding the cattle. and now it’s finally time to eat. god, you’re so hungry. the hunger bites at your stomach and makes you feel as though your chest is going to cave in, but when you walk outside, it’s all gone. the field is on fire. the cattle are dead and rotting away before your eyes. you fall to your knees, and weep. you will starve.

samis - an apartment. the walls are thin, and you can hear people outside, but you are not allowed to leave. you can hear them talking about you. or, more accurately, people like you. they despise people like you. they talk for hours together, just outside your wall, about how they’d never end up in the situation you’re in, because they’re just better than you like that. it’s been months since you saw another living soul. but if you go outside now, you will be met with their judgemental gazes, the insults and slurs that fall so easily from their lips, you fear they might even physically assault you if they see you. better to just stay inside. after all, you don’t want to be an outsider.