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
B2: Eleanor's Story Part 2Bioshock 2: Eleanor's StoryB2: Eleanor's Story Part 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
While calmly driving the boat back to shore, Jack began to feel the cold of Iceland. Rapture was built quite far from Iceland's capital, Reykjavik. Jack opened a compartment on the boat and shuffled through the contents. It was filled with winter gear, such as jackets, boots, goggles, just about everything you needed to survive in the winter. Jack mumbled in annoyance as there was enough winter clothes for everyone except him. Soon, he could see a bathysphere station in the distance, cleverly disguised as another lighthouse, just like the one he crashed into almost 8 years ago. He docked the boat at the lighthouse and went to the cabin doors to wake them up.
Meanwhile, Eleanor stared nervously at the red vial of her father's ADAM and her father's body. She took a breath and gulped down the ADAM. She then had a splitting headache, as if she was going back into the state of a Little Sister, her vision changing from "Little Sister vision" to the normal v
A Painting on a StageTragic rabbit, a paintingA Painting on a Stage4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A parody upon this stage
Ears caked with beautiful white at last clean
At long last pure.
To you, the tragic rabbit
The tragic life is fine
As with these tragic dreams as inspiration comes to scene,
But tragedy courts company as you're loath to be alone
So fill the halls, fill the rooms
With their silent gazing praises.
Tragic rabbit, with company
You've descended so far
You grin and laugh at your horrid acts
Till at night before the grief sets in you drink your fears away
So the symphony never ceases.
Though sometimes you still hear screams, but I,
The tragic rabbit am a parody on stage.
I hop free of my cage, what a lie this different size
And I sing with a silent voice,
They watch their eyes cold and hard,
But still I travel waltzing across my silly stage
Till at last the tragic rabbit halts
Gleaming eyes reflected in candy glass.
Tragic rabbit in this cage
A parody trapped upon this stage
Your brilliant breast beats pure and white
Horrendous lies clean on
Ode to ADAM At the bottom of the sea there is a slug.Ode to ADAM4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That can make a King of a pauper,
or a god of a thug.
mister bubblesGood girls gather, gathermister bubbles4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gather for Daddy
Daddy has to be big and strong to protect me
They can't touch Mister B
Not as long as I'm around
I need more angels
To gather for Daddy
Pretty little angels they are
This one isn't an angel!
He was just pretending!
Daddy, help me!
Don't let him hurt me!
Reverberates on the ground
Through the broken city
And Daddy is on the ground
Wake up, Mister B
Who will take care of me?
That new Daddy?
But I don't like him
Because he's not you
He's not you, Mister Bubbles
He never will be
BioShock- Atlas- Part 1(It's time to end this little masquerade.)BioShock- Atlas- Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was nothing. There was no Atlas. It was only the conman. Back from the dead. Jack's hands tremble, it feels as if his genetic code is being rewritten again-it feels like sparks are being shot through his veins and fire is being coated over his bones. He can taste bile at the back of his throat. Not real. Imagination.
That accent that he's become so accustomed to has slipped away entirely. It's He feels cold. Colder than he felt when the plane plummeted into the ocean-how long ago was that now? (There ain't no Atlas, kid. Never was.) The voice is all wrong, too harsh and too mocking. He falls to his knees, despite the shaking of the floor and a cracked sob wrenches from his lips. No. No. No. This can't can't-(Fella in my line a work takes on a variety of aliases)-he can't breathe.
Atlas is still talking and that god-awful Bronx accent is patching through the shortwave when it should be God, Atlas
The Night Before Christmas-Rapture Style'Twas the night before Christmas,The Night Before Christmas-Rapture Style3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And all through Rapture,
Not a creature was stirrin',
Not even a Sploicer.
The audio diaries were left,
On the table without care,
In hopes that Jack,
Soon would be there.
The Sisters were nestled,
All warm in their beds,
while visions of Angels,
Swam through their heads.
And me with my bark,
And Ryan with his bite,
had just settled down,
For a long winter's fight.
When out in the city,
there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my desk,
to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows,
I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters,
threw open the sash!
The reflection of the Sea,
And the murky fog,
made it difficult to see,
Like I'd had Moira's Spiked Egg Nog.
But I see the shinning lights,
Of a lowering Bathysphere,
surrounding it was,
eight sploiced engineers.
A man was inside it,
with no things, no pack!
I knew then and there,
It had to be Jack!
More rapid then plasmids,
the sploicers, they came.
So I sent my men off,
to call the sploicers by name.
Let's go, Mr B."Let's go, Mr B!"Let's go, Mr B.4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
My, my, what a sweet voice. Like a melody to my ears.
I follow the trail of the voice, which echoed through out the corridors of Rapture.
I see a small girl, pale in the flesh and dressed in a dirtied pink dress, but her eyes.
Oh, those wonderful, luminous yellow eyes.
"Mr B, let's go! The Angels can't wait for us!" her angelic little voice teases as she takes my finger and leads me through the dark, damp back alleys of Rapture in search of... well, whatever that red liquid is. I look out at the submerged city, and take note of the tranquility beneath the waves.
Wait, who's that?
I see a large, ugly, diving-suited monster with a horrible luminous light staring at me.
Oh, silly me, that's just my reflection.
She stops by an object.
It's like a person, just it's not moving.
What is that?
Is that an 'Angel'?
She tugs at my finger, getting my attention
"Hurry up mr B! I can smell another Angel!" she innocently pleads, releasing her grip and skipping off further down the c
Be a ManPlease read the author's comments after reading this. This was meant to be an equal rights piece, not just women's.Be a Man4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I might not be hot.
I might not be skinny.
Hell, I might not even be the girl your father wants you to bring home.
But that's not my problem.
It's not my desire to be your slut, your whore.
I know I'm not the girl the team talks about in the locker room.
And don't you for a second think I wish I was.
I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me.
I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life.
Nothing you say or do will ever change that.
And if you're reading this and you're one of the boys that I find myself lucky enough to call a friend?
Don't hurt me.
Don't give me a reason to believe that you're all the same, that the good I see in you is fake and exists nowhere in your gender.
Don't treat me with less because I have more.
Attraction is one thing, but don't try to tear down my beauty because I don't suit what
BioShock: Part 1BSection B [Plasmid Abuse]BioShock: Part 1B7 years ago in Horror More Like This
The door shut tightly, sealing Jack into a small chamber. The mechanical bubble shifted as it was forced downwards. Jack could only stare out the glass window watches the numbers outside count upwards as the machine took him further downwards. Then, it went black. The whole room of sorts, dimmed, and a projection shone on the glass.
I am Andrew Ryan and I'm here to ask you a question: is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No, says the man in Washington. It belongs to the poor. No, says the man in the Vatican. It belongs to God. No, says the man in Moscow. It belongs to everyone. I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose ... Rapture.
At that moment, the picture disappeared, and what lay in front of Jack was something far beyond he had ever imagined. The sight was amazing: a city underwater. The buildings looked exactly as they would have if they were above the water,
they call it rapture....they call it rapture....4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Muffled crunches as armoured boots trample glass and wayward limbs. Pools of ocean water stained by blood from the fallen. Destroyed security camera's and turrets bare testement to the decilne of the city. Whispers echo through distant and hallowed halls, rambles of those driven insane by their addictions. Reflections and tricks of the light filtered through the waters that smothers this great place. Shadows haunt the silent, unspoken chaos that was once dionysus park.
Know the park had been drained, like the waters of its initial flooding, in pours waves of spliced up citizens, Big Daddies and thier Little Sisters. Lumbering, armour clad and heavily and heavily arme
BioShock- MoralityIn Rapture, they say its a place for artists to escape the censor, for the scientists to duck beneath common morals; it was where men could rightfully claim their own stake in the earth... and you, in a way, gave up a part of humanity to be in a place like that. You had to shut out God and everything you had known from above the surface. It would seem that you had to give up part of your humanity just in order to live there, but in the end it appeared such a small portion that you could survive. No one thought of how the advances in science were made. No one questioned the spine-chilling, oddly realistic sculptures of people dying horrendous deaths.BioShock- Morality5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Not one said a word about how the ethereal, beautiful city crumbled in on itself.
Not a soul asked when Sander Cohen went madder than usual and locked himself in Fort Frolic.
No one asked why suddenly Bridgette Tenenbaum was colder than expected to the Little Sisters.
And not a soul asked about the young boythe poor
BioShock: Part 1AChapter 1 [Welcome to Rapture]BioShock: Part 1A7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Section A [Stranded!]
Would you care for another drink, sir?
No maam. My cigarette should do me just fine.
Alright, just let me know if you need anything.
The plane was slightly dim; most of the passengers had either fallen asleep, or were bemusing themselves with the post. The flight was supposedly long, but Jack had his own object to focus on during the flight. It was an odd package, even though the box had been wrapped in plain heavy brown paper, the kind you would use to hold groceries while at the super-market. It was tied together with heavy twine as well. But that wasnt what made the box so odd. Although it was as small as his hand, it weighed a bit more than expected, and the opening statement of the letter attached said Do not open until 63°2N and 29°55W, would you kindly. It was the oddest way to start a letter, but it must have meant something to the perso
Welcome to RaptureWhat lies beneath the seaWelcome to Rapture5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a graveyard for the moonstruck men and women;
The sons and daughters of Adam and Eve.
An endless harvest of their red gold.
Will you capture the scene
And preserve it within the memory of the turrets?
Or will you go to Dr. Steinman
And create a new look?
Splice up your life,
For the price of your mind.
But when you want just one more taste
You throw your life away,
A slave to Fontaine,
And a slave to the city beneath the sea.
Would you kindly
Do my dirty work?
Put on the suit and grab your drill.
We wait for the battle,
Waiting to be saved,
But nobody comes.
No one can hurt my Daddy!
During the collection
We'll put Adam in our pockets,
Taken from the hearts of the dead
And devoured by the addicts,
Waiting for their next hit,
Knowing it might be their last.
So let us dance in the ballroom,
Guns at our side,
Waiting for a visitor.
Cock the gun,
And pull the trigger,
Lighting the path ,
To the city of the future.
Welcome to Rapture.
Deart Artist, Your Art Never Belonged to YouDear Artist, Your Art Never Belonged to YouDeart Artist, Your Art Never Belonged to You9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
When you can no longer discern originality from advice,
imagination from reality,
when the stroke of your brush is measured by what they tell you,
then your art belongs to them.
They breathe down your neck,
fill your artistic mind with words of discouragement and “suggestions”
until your mind is bled dull.
That beautiful flower which you spent days cultivating,
shadowing and personifying, bringing to life,
withers with critique, blackens harsh feedback,
You draw larger petals, as apposed to your smaller ones,
your colors are dull and unattractive,
the way your “fans” like it.
You draw for them the moment their words invade your head,
you may hold the paintbrush, but they steer your mind.
They destroy your imagination.
When was the last time, Dear Artist,
that you drew for yourself,
neglected the “feedback” that the world shot at you,
owned your own art?
When was the last time, Dear Writer,
Daddies and Daisies Daddies and DaisiesDaddies and Daisies4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Daddy! Daddy!" The soft pitter-patter of tiny feet echoed through the cold walls of Rapture. "I found a present for you!"
A little girl's hand reach out, touching the arm of what looked like a giant, rust-covered robot; she referred to as her 'Daddy'. The massive creature slowly turned, his circular helmet coming into view, glowing yellow orbs hiding behind a caged enclosure. A groan sounded from the large head as it tilted down toward the child who was previously touching him. She was now swaying back and forth, holding her blue dress in her left hand as she
RaptureRaptureRapture5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once I live in a city under the sea,
Boy, it was the place to be!
The city alive and glow,
the sea outside aflowin.
Then the city started descending,
no more was the city a blessing.
Economic DownturnEconomic Downturn3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
December 19, 1959
That rat bastard. I mean, what kinda' narcissistic, puffed up, JACKASS do you gotta be to fire a body the week before Christmas?! Made a big show of it too he did, talkin' about how regrettable my dismissal was and how the recent economic downturn necessitated this unhappy event. Now I may not be more than an old ignorant housemaid, but that don't mean I cain't smell bullshit when it gets shoved up under my nose like that. Economic downturn my ass, payin' me just started to interfere with your needle buyin' fund, tha's all.
Lord Almighty, what am I gonna tell Lou? He was so excited too, 'bout almost havin' enough money to send that little girl of ours off to a proper school where all the little artists and scientists and everybody else who don't live in the Drop's kids go. Wants her to get a first class education, really make somethin' outta her life. Not wind up a
Rapture...Rapture...4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ruins beneath the ocean
Applied science gone wrong
Pressure increasing with Big Daddy's galore
The Thinker, Saved by C.M. Porter
Under the influence of Adam
Razed by Ryan What is Lamb's true motive?
Escape impossible, Death Inevitable
Across the StarsOne day Jake Sully was living peacefully on Pandora when he heard a noise in the bushes.Across the Stars5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What was that?" Jake asked.
"I don't know, I think you should go check it out," said Neytiri.
So Jake Sully took his spear and went to see what the noise was.
Suddenly, he saw a tall, grasshopper-looking creature standing in the clearing.
"Oh my God." said Jake Sulley.
The creature spoke in a strange tongue. "The humans took our ship," he said sadly. "and we waiting 20 long years to get it back. we barely managed to escape with our lives. me and my son were in the slum for so long, filthy, malnourished, and mistreated, and now..." the creature started sobbing. We buried his large, misshapen, exo-skeletoned head in his hands...claws...fingers...claw fingers.
It was then jaek selluy suddenly noticed how alike the creatures eyes were to his own. They were so different...he so blue...the other so prawn... yet they both had such large, expressive eyes...
and they were both tall enough to
BioShock TfoR chap. 1BioShockBioShock TfoR chap. 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The fall of Rapture
As I walked through the dim, flooded hallway, I still could not believe what happened down here in Rapture. I couldn't stop myself from crying as I remembered each horrible event.
"Daddy, wake up!" a little girl's voice spoke in my ear. I turned over on my bed to see my daughter, Susie. "Daddy, the mailman brought you something. I think it's a letter." Susie said sweetly as she waved the envelope in her hand. "I see. Can daddy have his letter now?" I asked her. "Yes Daddy." Susie said as she handed me the letter. She then ran off giggling as I started to open the envelope marked with a golden "R". Inside was a letter that said the following:
Dear Mr. Martin Reilly Jr.,
Are you tired of the government controlling your life? Tired off paying outrageous taxes? Tired of the unfair censorship of art? If you answered "yes" to any the questions above, then you are ready to become a citizen o
Bioshock OC Radio Diary:JuliaRJulia Reef: Mommy says this place is beautiful more than what she ever have dreamed for. It is pretty. But new for me... never saw a city more alive. Mommy says she wishes Daddy could've come, could've seen Rapture... But Mommy says Daddy is in Heaven. Died at war, and we have come to Rapture to start over. Hide from our past...whatever that means. Mommy is interested in getting me aquainted with the little girls who are at my new school, She says it'll be good for me. I want to too. I didn't have many friends at my old school. Teacher hated me too... Mommy says the teachers here at the new school I start at will be nicer, will work with me. She says the old ones didn't like me because I'm a genius. But she says the ones here respect everyone, even people like me! I am so happy we came here. I hope things'll be better now.Bioshock OC Radio Diary:JuliaR5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Soul Eater Next Generation 7Soul Eater Next Generation 73 years ago in Romance More Like This
Keep Holding On
Tod took a deep breath as he stood outside Alice's hospital room. He was now currently wearing a severally loose Death City Basketball Jersey and the shorts to match
it that were donated to the hospital- but he suppressed being a perfectionist for only one thought..,
He then touched the door and took a deep breath. As he did he heard something- but tried not to turn around. While his ears were not too much changed-
they had become more tuned and he could hear all the people in the hospital as he walked by talking about him- and his new found body. Many wonder if
his father found a way to make him a god or whether he was one all along and they played all the people in the world.
'Come- on.., I have to focus on..,'
He opened the door and suddenly he was shocked to be met by a set of green eyes.
"Alice," he said in a hushed breath as the door closed.
Neither one said a word as they looked at each other; but Tod slowly began to creep to her bedside. H
Not perfect enoughI had a break-down this week.Not perfect enough2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I succumbed to the stress,
and it completely consumed me -
slowly tore me to pieces .
Why did you have to force me?
I never wanted to do it and
the emotions, the sadness -
it ravaged through my being
and you were so, so oblivious;
No idea of the pain you caused me.
I'm tired of trying.
This week was tortuous,
and there were so many times
where I could feel the
crystallised tears sliding,
for no reason but the
depression coursing through me.
I give up.
I'm sorry, mum -
I'm not perfect enough.