History NightmareFuel / FallenLondon

* The Starved Man invasion of London had ''plenty'' of freaky moments, because Starved Men are BodyHorror incarnate who have so mastered the Shapeling Arts [[LovecraftianSuperpower they can reshape themselves, others and even the very earth with just a sweep of their hands]]. They try to reshape London to a form that they believe will endure what's coming, leading to structures of bone that quickly collapse on themselves and rivers of rotting fat running beneath the ground. And those who try to stop them get reshaped right then and there; you witness an explicit attack of one ''vomiting'' Amber onto the hands of someone that tried to fix a building and reshaping them into useless nubs, but they can do worse...

** The one doing the interrogation is the Second Sacristan. He ''looks'' like an AmbiguouslyHuman figure in a robe and mask... and then, you upset his carefully arranged order within the vessel by just being there. And he reveals he's no such thing as a human as he rips his robe open and nothing but arms come pouring out. Snapping and cracking arms and claws and graspers that keep growing more inhuman joints, and growing longer, and ''multiplying'' out of nowhere, until the ship cannot hope to contain them all. The ''Delight'' goes down erupting from the inside in a mountain of hands and arms that try to drag you into the depths to the very last second. You never get to find out how the hell ''that'' happened, and all the Naturalist can say about it is that he ''really'' hopes [[NothingIsScarier they don't send the other Sacristans]]. In the chapter after that you can catch a hugely distant glimpse of the Second Sacristan in the distance... now bigger than the behemoth Midnight Whales, and actively mauling one with its thousands and thousands of arms just because it was there.

** Later, you can see it coming...[[labelnote:*]]Note that at the time, Advancing the Liberation of Night was thought to be permanent. The Railway and Parabola expansions added numerous ways to [[NightmareRetardant reduce or even zero out your contribution]], should you choose to do so.[[/labelnote]]

** Later, you can see it coming...

* Some of the [[YouMeanXMas Hallowmass]] storylets give you [[DreamingOfThingsToCome a peek into what could be Fallen London's endgame.]] In particular, this trope comes in with the [[EndOfTheWorldAsWeKnowIt Liberation of Night]]. You witness the Calendar Council setting off some kind of [[DoomsdayDevice device]] that saps the light from everything in the Neath, along with killing [[GeniusLoci (yes, killing)]] the Bazaar. Fire and chaos erupts all over London, exacerbated by the fact that no one can ''see'' - everything has ceased to shed any light. Civilians desperately flee for the exits back to the surface while looters and sorrow spiders take over. Your character is presented with a choice over [[SadisticChoice who they must save;]] [[MessianicArchetype innocent strangers]], [[AlwaysSaveTheGirl your Constant Companion]], or [[VideoGameCrueltyPotential no one, if you're that ruthless]] (or if [[DystopiaJustifiesTheMeans this was what you planned]]). In any case, there's a massive loss of life (even the possibility to return from the dead in the Neath is not much consolation), and the terrifying implication that the darkness will spread to the surface and beyond to all the universe (and if you know the true significance of the Correspondence, you know how indescribably, unimaginably bad that is). It certainly paints dealings with the Revolutionaries (and the Nadir) [[MyGodWhatHaveIDone in a different light.]]

''VideoGame/FallenLondon'' is a largely text based web game with clever storylines and an interesting Victorian atmosphere. Some of the descriptions, however, are pure NightmareFuel.

** Mastered the Discordance mentioned above? You can find yourself in a Discordant future... or rather, ''No Future''. You can end up in a place where everything is ''gone'', every last inkling of a universe made to not exist. The only place left is the one that already didn't exist... and once there, if you take the related Destiny, you can finish off what is left. And thus ends the universe entire, not with a bang, nor a whimper, but with four words made Law: ''No Thing Shall Be''.

** The one doing the interrogation is the Second Sacristan. He ''looks'' like an AmbiguouslyHuman figure in a robe and mask... and then, you upset his carefully arranged order within the vessel by just being there. And he reveals he's no such thing as a human as he rips his robe open and nothing but arms come pouring out. Snapping and cracking arms and claws and graspers that keep growing more inhuman joints, and growing longer, and ''multiplying'' out of nowhere, until the ship cannot hope to contain them all. The ''Delight'' goes down erupting from the inside in a mountain of hands and arms that try to drag you into the depths to the very last second. You never get to find out how the hell ''that'' happened, and all the Naturalist can say about it is that he ''really'' hopes [[NothingIsScarier they don't send the other Sacristans]].

->''Your bosun contends that the vessel was simply attempting to ram you, to punch a hole in your hull with a submerged and hidden bow-spike. But you know the truth, and so do your crew. You stood at the railing as the Polythremean hulk charged towards you, heedless of cannon or torpedo, and '''opened its hungry mouth'''.''

* Apparently, the reason why elections have been permanently canceled is because IRL Failbetter got death threats involving 'rigged elections'. Considering the events in the 2020's surrounding a slew of rejected candidates who then 'contested' their losses to the point of ridiculousness with their cult-like crowds, one wonders if Failbetter took the death threats seriously based on who they came from...

*** What little we know is that you travel NORTH of the Neath, to the Avid Horizon, a place where you have been told not to go, ever. There, you, now completely insane, arrive at a massive door, and you are told you will be grievously wounded and killed forever should you choose to knock on it. What horrifying things could lurk beyond the door? ''VideoGame/SunlessSea'' and ''VideoGame/SunlessSkies'' tell what lies ahead, which shall not be mentioned here.

** To get St. Gawain's Candle, your character has to go through some impressive BodyHorror: your head is [[OffWithHisHead cut off]], your body sliced open, and the skeleton, organs, and muscles scraped out to leave only the hollow shell of their skin. The skin is then filled with burning hot wax ([[HumanResources rendered from the living bodies]] of other Seekers) while a wick replaces the spine, running from the crown of your head to the [[GroinAttack hollow of your groin]]. The kicker? None of this is fatal - the Correspondence is used to you alive throughout. You ''are'' St. Gawain's Candle, now.