From people in hamster wheels (generating electricity, I would assume) to the relics of the past (i.e. The art is fun and thematically appropriate. The dice have the steampunky gear look to them the resources and commodities are good, solid wood the cards are durable and everything is awesome (insert song here). Nice! So it’s a fun balance of getting what every dystopian dictator wants: small brains and happy hearts.Īnd, bless their hearts, they even named one of the commodities-the green cloud-“bliss.” If that doesn’t scream dystopia, I don’t know what does.
Plus, if you increase your workers’ morale, your hand size increases. It’s things like that-keeping your workers in the dark, if you will-that really add to the theme. So, if you get too many workers, they start to talk, and then, inevitably, one runs away and you’re minus one worker. The dice-your workers-have collective knowledge, represented by the pips on their face. Who could see through that?Įverything about Euphoria hearkens back to its theme. Clever of them, really, to name the place Euphoria. While the game’s name-Euphoria-may seem like bliss and cake, it is, in fact, set in a dystopia. From The Hunger Games to Divergent, there’s always a new take on what could go wrong down the road. The next day, Lars didn’t think twice when a new worker climbed into Jonathan’s wheel.ĭystopias are a common theme in young-adult literature. The wheel turned and electricity was generated. They reached their workplace and Lars hopped into his wheel to begin his shift. “That just seems like a lot of responsibility.” We have our assigned families and work stations. “You think life is mundane? What could you possibly want? We have food, shelter, and close. Lars laughed, another oddity about him and society in general, but again, not unheard of. Something isn’t right about this, and I think it’s the bliss keeping us happy with our mundane life.”
“Do you want to get us arrested? Look, I’m telling you this because I like you, Lars. How could he? The sidewalks and streets were pristine, voice of anything unnecessary, and that included the smallest of pebbles. Jonathan tripped, but not on anything visible. “Are you still taking your doses of bliss?” Lars had a thought-odd, true, but not unheard of-and turned to look at his comrade. Perhaps it was his increased dosage of bliss, the organic compound harvested from the clouds above. “That’s the other thing,” Jonathan said, glancing over to Lars. “Power’s gotta come from somewhere,” Lars said. “Don’t you think it’s odd how they put us in the energy wheels for ten hours a day, every day?” The more he thought about it, the more his brain hurt, so he stopped trying. “Wrong?” Lars wrinkled his brow, trying to think about what could possibly be wrong about their utopian society. “But there’s something wrong about this place.” “Don’t look over your shoulder,” Jonathan said as Lars fell into step beside him. As he walked toward the giant wheels that generated power for the city, he caught up to Jonathan, who was assigned to the wheel next to his own. He wore the same white shirt and same brown pants as everyone else in his sector, and he went to work everyday with those assigned to his unit. “Even here, in the middle of nowhere, you worry someone might overhear you.“
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