Take that, you cad

So exclaims Ethel Petersen, the infamous, heavily spliced, rather eccentric, permanently-Tommy-gun-wielding, trigger-happy and ever cheerful Rapture socialite, as usual chasing off her imaginary nemesis/suitor Mr Waffle with a burst of Electrobolt, on her way to a "tea" (read: Arcadia Merlot) party. She has the acute hearing of a wolf, the vision of an eagle, the strength of three men, and the wit of a gnat.

There is a reason why they broadcast those announcements about "slowing down with the splicing".



Gift art for , promised to him about 15.7 Ma (+/- 0.4 Ma) ago.


Bioshock and all the related stuffies belong to the people they belong to, &c.