Heavy Metal Dumping Ground

I'm assuming you're talking about the clowns and shit here. My ocs live in a company town in Northwest Texas that's near a supposed hot spot for human resurrection. The family that runs said town has formed a cult of personality around themselves, and they're using that pull to form a real cult.

I'm not going into detail about all of my characters here but my clown daughter that I draw all the time, Eva (pictured above) is the current face of her father's company. She handles most public appearances and does the television and radio crap too.

The story itself takes place in a weird version of the present where nothing has evolved past the 90s and memphis design and wacky pomo and retrofuturist tech is the norm. I hate cellphones so nobody has a cellphone, sorry.

I guess I should explain why there are clowns? I just like clowns. Humans and clowns are the only races in this universe. The makeup and the funny noses are part of their flesh so they just look like that.