The more gentle and nice we make it look, the more vicious the story can be.
The hundred million self-confident German masters were to be brutally installed in Europe, and secured in power by a monopoly of technical civilization and the slave-labor of a dwindling native population of neglected, diseased, illiterate cretins, in order that they might have leisure to buzz along infinite Autonbahnen, admire the Strength-Through-Joy Hostel, the Party Headquarters, the Military Museum and the Planetarium which the Fuhrer would have built in Linz (his new Hitleropolis), trot round local picture galleries, and listen over their cream buns to endless recordings of The Merry Widow. This was to be the German Millenium, from which even the imagination was to have no means of escape.
— Hugh Trevor-Roper, on the world Hitler intended to create.
Talk! What's going on in this candy coated heart of darkness?
"But how can we enjoy the bright sunshine when we know the terror that lurks beneath the game? It's not fooling us anymore. We have seen what it becomes. YOU ARE ALL DEMONS! You are all horrible demons and I hate you, walking monsters! Go! Expire! Away, away from us! You wretched demons! You won't take me! Stop your cheery lies! STOP YOUR CHEERY LIES!"
There was a factory
Now there are mountains and rivers
You got it, you got it
We caught a rattlesnake
Now we got something for dinner
We got it, we got it
There was a shopping mall
Now it's all covered with flowers
You've got it, you've got it
If this is paradise
I wish I had a lawnmower
— Talking Heads, "(Nothing But) Flowers"
When you look with your eyes,
Everything seems nice,
But, if you look twice,
You can see it's all lies.
— Lily Allen, "LDN"
"The world that so enchanted me was rotten to the core"
— Atrus, Myst: The Book of D'ni
Rung: You're saying the more outwardly peaceable and well-adjusted a society, the greater the likelihood-
Rewind: Of it having a sinister underbelly. Yup.
Skids: Even Lovetopia, off Rigel VII?
Rewind: Lovetopia? Please. The Lovetopian elite were selling the lower classes to the Macerators. The 'magic ingredient' in every pint of Yum Yum Juice? An impoverished family of six.
Skids: Cuddlex, in the Benevolon Sector?
Rewind: A wonderful place for a vacation—if you ignore the fact that they breed haemoslaves to fight in service to the Antigod. And don't even get me started on the living hell that is Giggleopolis.