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#might expand on the fab four thing later. ran out of all the words i had atm
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Adding onto this because i said so: Killjoys aren’t real. Most of the so-called rebels beyond where the Slums bleed into the Desert that surround the City are no more a rebel than a teen playing videogames with their friends is. There is no cause to serve martyr to, no greater purpose to save us all from the mundane tyranny of bureaucracy- just the open highway and a never-ending adventure holiday resort.
Better Living will deny any affiliations with this twisted adventure vacation society- that their morals are as clean and monochrome as the products they provide- but draculoid fires always miraculously miss, while the alleged outlaws bring them crumpling to the ground with barely a sweat and scarecrows never seem to quite rid the zones of the teenage terrors. When consumption is the air they breathe everything has a price and dreams are defined only by how much you’re willing to pay.
Sometimes though, the price comes in more than money, because it’s hard to see the line between the person you are and the animal you’ve become with blood in your eyes. Those who forgot are the ones BLI is truly after; the old war veterans, the kids too young to know what’s real and what’s not, the waveheads who lay in the sun until sobriety and delirium melt together like a monstrous wax sculpture, they are the real threat. The kids are easy enough to set straight again- drugged up and complacent, they grow up to chalk their memories to a hyperactive imagination- but it’s the adults for whom blasters are no longer set on stunt and dracs don’t crumble from a half-assed right hook.
The Fabulous Killjoys were a mistake- not quite renegades as much as an experiment gone wrong- and because of it they had their toll to pay, as had those who took after them, though BLI was nowhere near as kind to them
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