The citizens of Sadland were happy at first. Being able to smile at last allowed them to finally express themselves, as they could celebrate after years of oppressive sadness. Birthdays were finally enjoyable, and no-one died when a party was thrown.

But the next day they realised what had happened. Soldiers, grinning madly, charged through the streets, dragging screaming women and wailing babies out of their houses. Hordes of depressive citizens were beaten and herded towards the city centre, where a large Tickle Monster ring was set up, containing 5 of the terrifying beasts. People screamed. Chaos electrified the air. The thousands of civilians were thrown into the, with the ribs of the ones squirming at the bottom being crushed immediately.

Those were the lucky ones, as when they died, the Tickle Monsters were released.

The things were unlike anything seen before. Matted, pink fur clung to their hides, and bug-like eyes stared hungrily at it's victims. It was a beast through and through. But it's what happened to the victims that was worse. One by one, the monsters grabbed the brawling wretches, and furiously tickled them all over their bodies. Their soul-destroying screams of laughter echoed throughout the city, and after a minute of this intense torture, a new corpse would litter the floor, an intense look of glee smothering their dead face.

No matter what the Funnish officials said, the day of the Sadland Purging was burned into their brains, encrypted into their very souls. They would never forget the terrible laughter that filled that whole city, and the silence that followed.