Sep 14
Sometime in the 23rd century…the survivors of war, overpopulation
and pollution are living in a great domed city, sealed away from the
forgotten world outside. Here, in a seemingly perfect world, mankind
lives only for pleasure.
There’s just one catch:
Life must end at thirty unless reborn in the fiery ritual of Carousel.
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I reckons a masochist might be willing to listen to this. While the music and various noises provide the right atmosphere, they make the story extremely unpleasant listening. It’s like shoving an icepick in one’s ear. Repeatedly. And then some more.