It was shaped like us but little and soft. It was emitting a high pitched squeaking noise. Some of us laughed at the ridiculous sound. Something about its smell was making my mouth water.

As we came up to investigate it held up a little hand for us. The largest of us, Red, obligingly started chewing on it and it started squeaking louder. Red made a euphoric gasp and frantically bit half its face off.

I rushed forward with the others to quell the agony in my stomach.

My god what a meal it was. I lay in a hypnotic slumber feeling increasing strength coursing through my muscles. With the beat of my heart my thoughts bounced through a dream of devouring more such creatures. I wanted to eat their faces off. So vaguely like our own but disgustingly different. Weak. Weak little things that deserved to die for being so weak.
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At the Rape of Nanking the Japanese were disgusted by the Chinese, disgusted with how meak they were. They lined them up and they didn't do anything to defend themselves. Just stood there while the soldiers started killing them. This disgusted the soldiers to greater violence.
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Constant fear of pain. So constant you don't even notice it. But you equate being wrong with pain and you're in constant fear of it. Thus you close your mind to never be wrong.
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One day a journalist talking head finds that he can no longer lie. The next day he's suddenly pulled off all his work for other people who are just performing better. Shortly thereafter things 'are just not working out' (trouble with his TPS reports) and he's let go.
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Unreal of spaceship, life reduced to clear absurdities. The bell rings and everyone spins around with a flourish. Tiddlywinks with fear, sweating, vomiting. Fear is a constant. 3 hours sleep daily. Every day a competition to survive. People regularly have to be released into space. ("Private property is essential to a free society!" and similar capitalist stupidity.) Simply no place for them that isn't owned by others. The people marionette to survive. The president is actually an alien as is revealed in the end. And this is the hell he's devised.
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Trying to defeat the ugliness by turning it into humor. But then every little monkeyish ugliness in your head pops out as questionable humor that would otherwise have been concealed.

Everything that's wrong. Everything that causes you stress. You try to turn it into something funny. Something that is unexpectedly wrong and thus causes a momentary overload which leads to all stress sliding away and being replaced by euphoria. But, all you're really doing is thinking things that are expectedly wrong are actually unexpectedly wrong.

Your humor doesn't go over too well.
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Tortured to force the support of the status quo. Finally agrees and turns into marionette. Finally, "I'm nothing now. I don't exist."
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Bunch of people in hell. All panglossians. One day, one dares to see the truth. One person becomes Real. And immediately kills self. (Symbolic simplification.)