Bioshock 2 Short StoryAndrew Ryan mentioned me once, in one of his voice diary recordings. The Alpha series Big Daddy, crouched by a Gather's Garden, crying. Epsilon, that's what they branded me, the last of the official Alpha series. They stripped me of all my memories from the surface, and bonded me to a poor little girl, an orphan, and forced a Adam Slug in her stomach, making her a little sister.
I loved her like my daughter, though, and I was her Daddy. Mr. Bubbles she'd call me, though all Little Sister's called their Big Daddys that. No one got near her, and I was critically injured many times for her, and even died twice, but with the miracle invention called a Vita-chamber, I'd come back over and over. However, that wasn't the same for my little one.
The Splicers overwhelmed me, pinning me down momentarily, but it was too late once I broke free, and Oh god I can remember it so clearly, the bastards killed her right in front of me! They killed my little one, and broke our bond. Oh god, it
Bioshock: Last Words[Walter Cranston]Bioshock: Last Words7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Huh... heh-heh-heh... geh... I-ng... oh God...
It's coming apart... I'm coming... apart...
Mary... I hope you never hear this but... I have to say something... I have speak because... my mind is the only... the only thing left of me that's still... me.
(A long pause)
"Listen to me, Mary... stop using the plasmids. You have to-hrng!... They aren't safe! Something's wrong... I don't know... if I got a bad batch or if... if they knew it would do this to me all along. Those bastards... they just sell it... they're on every street... big bright colors... everyone come and... mutate. Evolve. Heh-heh... ha ha ha ha! Oh God...
(The sound of breaking glass in the distance, screams. The sound fades.)
"It started out like nothing... a stomach ache maybe, mm-maybe something more. I felt... my arm felt like it was made of putty, and my face... no...
"You have to stop. Whatever ADAM is... whatever it does... it's
Bioshock endingThe man was alone in his ward, the incessant beeping of the heart monitor and the sweet birdsong outside his window his only companions. For now. They were coming, he knew it in his gut.Bioshock ending4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man was, for all intents and purposes, ancient. His skin was mottled and wrinkled, his hair gone and his once handsome features worn away by time. He was being injected with every drug imaginable just to keep his heart pumping. Despite it all he could feel his heart begin to slow. He knew his time was coming.
The door opened and the man raised his head painfully off his pillow. A woman stood in the doorway. At fifty years old she still looked young, her brown hair only just beginning to grey. He smiled, she had come. Her name was Abigail and she was the first at everything, the first to graduate, the first to marry and now the first to come to him. Her face was sad, her eyes already beginning to well up with tears. She came and knelt beside his bed.
"Hold on, father. The others are coming." she sai
The Armored Hero: SinclairxDeltaHe was later than he should be.The Armored Hero: SinclairxDelta3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Like Sinclair cared.
Fingers danced impatiently against the control panel of the tram the raven haired man found himself in now. With his chin resting in his hand, and elbow resting on the arm of the chair he sat in, he sighed heavily. Never before had Augustus Sinclair been a patient man in his life, and now was a keen example of that.
He had been waiting on Subject Delta the framed Alpha that was the most wanted thing walking in the depths of Rapture. Of course, Sinclair was now just as notorious simple for just being with this creature, but since the armored Alpha was one of the most deadliest living beings in the city under the water he would be safe.
Which Augustus took for granted.
The safety was something he just expectedafter all he was helping him getting through the torturous city, all to find his daughternone other than the daughter of Sofia Lamb as well, the one who was always sending waves upon waves of splicers to come their way
The Fond Farwell: Bioshock."Here, help me fetch zhat box vill you?"The Fond Farwell: Bioshock.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It had only been mere hours ago. Hours before the fate of an entire city was twisted around dramatically, before, another fate could bestow it. A city left in ruins, left to decay like the mentally insane people residing in there. The ocean was thought to have swallowed the city whole, at the rule of Neptune's merciless thumb.
There was a pulse remaining in the city. A pulse that strived in the hearts of many who happened to live there. Only a few were aware of the fate they were spared, only a few had the mind capability to realize what had happened, only a few could remember the names they were given. Nonetheless, it had only taken one man to bestow a fate on them all, and it took only one man, to stop him.
He stood at his full height. The skin on his face dirtied, bloodied even, as was the rest of his body and attire too. The tan sweater he wore was filthy, and his dark pants covered in various stains and grime from venturing through Rapture.
Redglare and The SuffererYOU ARE NOW TALKING TO A RANDOM FUCKASS. SAY SOMETHING, ASSHOLE!Redglare and The Sufferer4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
▼: N9W, WH9 HAVE WE HERE? S9ME9NE W9RTH MY WHILE, I H9PE. IT'S A TRUE DISAPP9INTMENT T9 SPEND MY LAST SUFFERING M9MENTS WITH LACKING C9MPANY
▼: REDGLARE? D9ESN'T SEEM LIKELY THAT Y9U'D 6E HERE.
▲: 1 TH1NK 3V3N 4 L3G1SL4TOR SUCH 4S MYS3LF 1S 4LLOW3D TO H4V3 1 B1T OR FUN 3V3RY ONC3 1N 4 WH1L3
▼: UNDERSTANDA6LE, ALTH9UGH I'M ALM9ST 96LIGED T9 REMIND Y9U THAT Y9U'RE SCHEDULED T9 HANG ME IN N9T 6UT AN H9UR.
▲: 1T H4S NOT SL1PP3D MY M1ND >:]
▼: H9W PLEASANT T9 KN9W. FATE TRULY PLAYS IR9NY 9N ME; I AM GIVEN 9NE LAST C9NVERSATI9N 6EF9RE MY DEATH, AND IT IS T9 N9NE 9THER THAN THE EXECUTI9NER
▲: F4T3 1S CRU3L 1S 1T NOT L1F3 1N G3N3R4L S33MS TO B3 NO F4N OF YOU SUFF3R3R
▼: IT PRECEEDS MY NAME, I'M TIRED 9F 6EING HAUNTED 6Y IT. THANKFULLY, I'LL ENDURE IT 9NLY A WHILE L9NGER.
▼: H9W FAIRS THE HUNT F9R MINDFANG?
▲: 1 F33L C3RT41N TH4T SH3 W1LL B3 4PPR3H3ND3D V3RY
B2: Eleanor's Story Part 1Bioshock 2: Eleanor's StoryB2: Eleanor's Story Part 15 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Eleanor Lamb, the one once worshipped by splicers in Rapture, sat at the edge of the escape pod. She got up and went to her father's body. She knelt down and cried, mourning for the father she had lost. As she cradled his body, she found a small pocket on his gigantic armored suit. She opened it, and what she found inside made her cry even more. It was a drawing of her and Delta, she drew it during their very first harvest in Rapture. In the drawing, she and Delta were holding hands, and on the back it said "I'll always love you, daddy." Below it it said, "Me too, kid." She sobbed uncontrollably. Then she felt a small, soft hand on her shoulder. She looked and she saw one of the little sisters she had saved.
"It's okay, big sis." Said the little sister. "Don't be sad."
Eleanor looked at her softly. She said while sniffing, "Thanks. But now we should find a way to land."
As Eleanor and the sisters sat there, looking for a way to get to land, they saw small fi
Dad: Comfort That ChildStorm's scaring the kid.Dad: Comfort That Child4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shhhhh. It's OK, John. It's just a little thunderstorm. It'll pass soon.
You wanna sit in the rocking chair? OK, let's do that. Therrrre we go. That's better, isn't it? Yeah...
Back and forth. Your mom used to do this, too, Sam.
There you go. Look at us, being brave. We've got this under control, don't we? Heh... yep.
The wind always freaked me out more than the thunder did when it started whistling like that. The wind, I mean. Funny how it's calming you down.
You've heard stories about parents staying up with newborns for hours. You might be in over your head.
You really might be.
We have a big day tomorrow, John. Going somewhere called the crema... nevermind.
Who talks to a baby about death? Good parenting, Sam.
Oh, whoa! That was a big one, wasn't it? Shh, calm down. Eeeeaaasy there, Johnny. It's OK. I'm... I'm here.
I've got you.
This lady I know... I knew... she used to sing this song. Shame she couldn't sin
Guilty PleasureJohn has taken over the lab for his movie night and you have excused yourself in the subtlest way possible. As much as you care about John and hate to disappoint him, you don't think you can handle another night of sitting next to him on the couch while everyone pretends not to be watching you both for any sign of physical affection. You certainly can't handle another night of sitting with your hands clasped in your respective laps while you watch the silhouette of the other Hero of Light oh-so-casually draping her arm around Kanaya.Guilty Pleasure4 years ago in Romance More Like This
If you confessed to Dave, he might appreciate the irony of you being unable to catch the Sylph. He might be amused that it was the Thief of your element who won her in the end.
But of course you will not confess to Dave. You are Rose Lalonde and you do not Talk About Feelings with anyone, let alone with Dave Strider.
You do not need to deal with Feelings tonight, though. Tonight you have locked yourself in your room with your laptop and an alchemized jar o
Frog Hunting"Jade, you have what can be officially called the most bullshit task in the entire game." You can't help but giggle at the tone of Dave's voice, so nearly deadpan except for the faintest hint of sarcasm. You don't care that he's making fun of you, because you know he doesn't mean it. It's just the way he is, with his constant criticism that everyone knows isn't serious.Frog Hunting4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You're just jealous that you don't have frogs to catch on Lohac!" You turn from your investigation of the underbrush to look at him. He's a few feet away, poking in among some foliage of his own. There is still a bit of melting snow on one of the leaves, and he recoils as it drips off and onto the muddy ground. The forge has been lit by your joint adventures, and Lofaf is melting. Now is the time for hunting frogs.
"That's it," he says as he stands up straight, and you imagine he's casting you a sideways glance through those sunglasses. "I'm totally jealous of the girl whose sole task is to breed frogs." You smile and