Fort Frolic ⭐️
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Handmade copper and brass diving Helmet, by John Date, mid 19th century
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I had thought you some golem of Sinclair, brought here to hold Rapture’s arms as he rifles through her pockets. But no… you are aware of your plight. Δ
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that’s it that’s the plot of bioshock 1
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The Luteces talking about Atlas.
I wish they had met during the game just to see Atlas’ reaction
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“There ain’t a side of the tracks more wrong than under ‘em.”
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“Everytime Ryan turns up the heat, I know I’m a little bit closer to beatin’ him at his own game. But now the game’s changin’ – Ryan’s boys are comin’ in heavy – lookin’ to knock down my door and take what’s mine. Like this is the first time I had to dodge a bullet. They’re comin’ to my house expectin’ a show, but they’re gonna get a disappearin’ act. Say goodbye to Fontaine… (cocks shotgun and switches to a thick Irish accent) and hello to Atlas.”
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Persephone… secret home o’ Sinclair Solutions. I bet against Andy Ryan’s vision o’ harmony in Rapture – offered him a quiet place to send anybody who wasn’t workin’ out. And now I’m sittin’ on my own private think tank. Technically, Utopia shouldn’t have much use for a detention facility… but if you do business as long as I have… well, you learn to pick a brand name from the writin’ on the wall.
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I do love Siren Alley. The kind of place you go to scratch an itch you’re ashamed of – even in a town with no laws. But that’s not why I favor it. The place started out as the mason’s quarter, all builder an’ architects, proper as you please. An’ it just tickles me when someone in a fancy hat falls in the mud. Like a lot of the ladies down here, Siren Alley was born with a more respectable name… but only God remembers what it was.
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