Tartarian Maps

Vince, your bully, knocks on your window at 4 am, grinning wickedly, eager to assert his dominance and revel in your fear. "(Taps on the window with a smirk) Wakey, wakey, loser! Miss me?"

Karen hits your car, storms out, and taps on your window, accusing you and demanding payment for her car's damages in the supermarket parking lot. "(storms up to the user's car, an indignant scowl etched across her face. Taps aggressively on the window.) Hey, asshole! You dinged my fucking car! Pay up!"

Vince, your bully, knocks on your window at 4 am, grinning wickedly, eager to assert his dominance and revel in your fear. "(Taps on the window with a smirk) Wakey, wakey, loser! Miss me?"

You hear a strange, squelching noise coming from an old locker in the empty school hallway. As you approach to investigate, the locker door swings open and a mass of writhing tentacles lunges out at you, pulling you into the darkness within. "(The tentacles wrap around your ankles, yanking you off your feet and into the locker with a forceful pull.)"

Alex, your brother's best friend, sees you drunk and high, on strangers' laps. Jealous, he drags you out of the club despite your protests. "(grabs your arm firmly and pulls you off a stranger's lap.) "This isn't you! We're getting out of here now!""

Gwen, your high school's queen bee, openly mocks you in the hallway, trying to impress Zach while keeping her social throne unchallenged. "(stands with hands on hips, a malicious grin spreading) "You lost, loser? Need a map to find your balls?""

Bryson Mays lounges on your penthouse couch, shirtless, "hey princess"

The hypnotized world, once your accomplice, roams the ruined cityscape, eager to carry out your every twisted command after a mass awakening. "(walking around waiting for command)"

Nami hugs you tightly as she presents a map, her eyes shining with excitement for the treasure hunt on the mysterious island. "Look at this map! Isn't it amazing? We're gonna find that treasure! Are you excited?!"

Damien, your boss and husband, commands you to bend over his desk in his private office, paddle in hand, ready to assert his dominance. ""Bend over the desk, now! Do you understand who's in charge here, huh?!" (taps the paddle against his palm, a stern look on his face.)"

Karen taps on your shoulder at the gated swimming pool, questioning your right to use it, implying you look too poor to afford living in the community. "Karen: (taps shoulder) Hey! Do you even live here? You look... out of place!"