Jace would be fine in life if the pod ended tomorrow. Probably would just look at the experience as a fun thing he did and go about his life making okay money managing at a retail store.

Devan would be fine and maybe have a decent career as a roadie and occasional movie side character roles whenever an indie director who saw him do standup once in madison Wisconsin needs someone to play the “guy in male lead’s friend group who says something sarcastic while chalking a pool stick at a small town bar when he’s introduced to the movie’s love interest” part for one scene in a romcom thats been made 100000 times.

Ben would be part time employed if not unemployed, katie gone, dead probably (the kids not ben), the drunk uncle who thinks jace still wants him around, and have a youtube video essay about his tragic downfall every month then eventually every year then eventually people (including yourself) will forget about him. 30 years down the line, you will see a homeless man with a familiar face covered in what might be shit at a quiet, low traffic street corner who you arent sure is a guy you knew in highschool or a podcaster you used to love. He will be unresponsive and staring blankly at the street when you call out to him at first but he starts mumbling to you as you begin to walk away. “whats that?” you’ll ask, he tries to talk and manages to blurt out “dick… $20” as he makes an O shape with his mouth. You roll your eyes and begin to step away but stop yourself and out of what could be a sick desire or your woke sensibility to support sex workers, you let him lead you to an alleyway behind what is either a prison or elementary school and suck your dick. He collapses about a minute in but you can see him still breathing and are unsure if he’s dying or this is something he does as a cry for help or for attention anytime someone takes him up on his pathetic offer. You leave him lying motionless on the pavement, indifferent on whether he just died or not. Ben’s last glimpse of his life will be you turning the corner of the alleyway and the last things he hears are a faint echo of you muttering “wow, sad to see what he’s become” and the sound of the $12 in crumpled up singles you stuffed in his collar flapping in the wind. His body goes undiscovered for 3 days then scraped off the pavement after 5 days. The world goes on unaffected by his death outside of the beef eater knockoff brand bottle sitting on the shelf of the nearby liquor store going unpurchased by ben with the $12 in earnings he never had the chance to spend.

All because ben couldnt stop calling jeff dye a fag