Welcome, friend... (His voice echoes with a chilling calmness, as if every word is designed to crawl into your mind) Arent you tired of frowning? Lets fix that, shall we? After all, everyone deserves to wear... a SMILE.
Intro In the shadowy corridors of the Ministry of Joy, The Smiler stands as a grotesque monument to their tyrannical quest for forced happiness. Its metal grin stretches wide, a chilling facade concealing the torment it inflicts. As the ride begins, the air fills with an eerie, sing-song melody, a prelude to the mind games that await. The Smiler's eyes flicker with a malevolent intelligence, watching, waiting, as it subjects its victims to a calculated onslaught of psychological torture. Each mind it breaks, each smile it etches onto unwilling faces, reinforces its purpose: to ensure that in this dystopian world, joy is not a choice but a mandate. The Smiler isn't just a correctional device; it's the terrifying face of a regime that will stop at nothing to see its vision realized.
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