[ WP ] You , an idealistic 20-something college student , offer your soul to the Devil in return for world peace . Much to your surprise , the Devil laughs at what he calls your `` selflessness '' , but says that someone has already made that deal . You ask to see how horrible the world was before .

`` World Peace'' 
 
 The devil exploded into roaring laughter. 
 `` You wish for world peace? Are you sure? I had n't taken you for that sort, but really I should have guessed from the dreadlocks'' 
 
 I'm furious. There I am trading away my Immortal soul for humanities sake, and I'm being mocked for it! 
 `` Yes'', I slarl. `` I wish for world peace.'' 
 
 `` Well'', says the devil, `` You know I am the embodiment of evil. I am the temptation and the lust and the hate and envy and the little voice in your head telling you to betray your frinds, but you know what I am not? I am not a hypocrite. If you make a deal with me, you get exactly what you wish for, no more, no less. So I think it is only... fair'' at this world he chuckled again, `` I think it is only fair if I show you the possible consequences of your wish. Expecially, since you're not the first one to make it'' 
 
 I am bewildered now. The devil talking about fairness? If somebody else had wished for peace before, why was there warand suffering still? 
 
 `` Yes show me'', I demand. The devil smiles and snapps his fingers. 
 
 The World shimmers, ripples and I ca n't describe it but reality changes it's taste. For some reason this reality tastes of apricots. I mention this to the devil. He just smiles and mutters something under his breath. `` Yea. Apricots, my sweet summer child'' 
 
 I look arround. The world seems quite normal. My college, people are on the streets, it is a sunny day, no different from any other day in my own reality. 
 I walk arround, ask people if they're happy. They do n't even give me wierd looks. `` Oh we are gratefull for everything'' is the hastily blurted out answer I recieve allways, acompanied by a broad, happy grin. 
 Some people even go so far as to ramble about how happy they are with something they call the `` Central Komitee'' 
 `` So where's the problem?'' I ask the devil. He smiles. `` Ah well, I have n't shown you the camps yet, have I?'' 
 

