#&&. these violent delights have violent ends [ CANON / VERSE 001. ]
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acerbictongue-blog1 · 6 years ago
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killedgcd · 7 years ago
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acerbictongue-blog1 · 6 years ago
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V; THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS HAVE VIOLENT ENDS ! [ westworld au ] 
In the near future technology has advanced so rapidly that is now beyond anything humanity thought capable. Leading this technological age is the Delos Corporation & behind it, in the shadows, is the old money that finances them. For many years those private sponsors, a reclusive & eccentric family, had been content to wait for results, but now, with rumours of disaster in the air, the Addamses are keen to check in on their last great venture. ...tbc. 
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acerbictongue-blog1 · 6 years ago
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                       The venture had been a profitable one, just as they had been promised. But that had never been the allure of it. The thing that drove her towards it like a lion at it’s prey. No. It were the concept. Westworld to her was like a terrarium, it held life yes, but it kept it confined within it’s walls, a private slice of existence perfectly manicured to your hearts content. It was terrifyingly unnatural. Of course they had agreed to private sponsorship when Delos came knocking. It was just a shame that she hadn’t found the time to visit until now. 
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The train lumbered to a stop & off she stepped, black hood thrown over herself to drive off the sunlight. The town was cheerier than she had anticipated, head full of preconceived notions that would make the average person raise a brow, but here, amongst the other guests, no one would so much as bat an eye. It was a thing that she loved about people. Their hidden atrocities. Their drive to do the wrong thing, for the wrong reasons while all the while wearing a mask of innocence. Perhaps she were wrong to judge the town so quickly then, the horrors would be lurking just under the surface. Sweetwater, indeed! Satisfied with that idea, the matriarch began to set off, had a voice not halted her. Slowly, Morticia turned, the tendrils of her dress turning with her. She glanced at the speaker, a  woman standing on the Saloon’s steps,  ❝ Torn? Oh no. ..The dress was made this way. ❞   @chooseourfate 
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