Part of why you got into horror was because you wanted to squash, shatter and confound their dreams.
Those complacent, normal, narrow-dreaming people, so cocooned in their pre-programmed lives.
Their fantasies are so tidy, so safe, so expected, so damned complacent!
You, horror fan, are a rebel, right?
Society shall know you do not conform!
You tread where few dare to go!
When Doomsday comes, you shall...
...be just as immediately, utterly screwed as everybody else.
All your dreams and hopes will be annihilated just as instantly as everyone else's.
All your worst fears will be realized in that blistering millisecond before the final dark.
Just like everybody else's.
I know of no story which destroys, obliterates and subverts a universal, iconic fantasy with which we've grown completely, utterly comfortable than "Emerald City Blues" by Steven R. Boyett.
All you need to know, if you're unfamiliar with the story, is that The Wicked Witch of the North, sister of the antagonist from The Wizard of Oz, steals a nuclear weapon from an endtimes Kansas airspace.
The language here: so perfect.
You can listen to it free at the author's website.
The last twelve minutes or so. Oh, man!