Citizens of Rapture: Welcome
Andrew Ryan makes the Call
To the best, and brightest
A city rises down in the depths
Where the Artist is not Censored
The Scientist not held back by Petty Morality
And where Industry is free of all Constraint
"I choose the impossible. I choose Rapture!" says Ryan
Won't you come as well?
To join the ranks of the Elite
beneath the waves of the Atlantic
"With the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well"
They come in droves
Scientist, Artists, Visionaries, and Families all
Empty the bank, sell the land, and come in the dead of night
A lighthouse marks the spot, down the fathoms you go
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Mr. Ryan bids you welcome to the city where there are no Gods or Kings,
only man
Something never before seen
This city under the sea
A school of fish swim by
In the twilight of eternal night
Children stare in awe
Mothers laugh endearingly
And Fathers proudly light their smokes
Peace at long last belongs to these few
For they are Citizens of Rapture
The city is alive
With trade and industry
The artists flourishes and turns heads with ease
And science expands in ways man has never before seen
The Great Chain that Ryan preaches is the beating heart of this city
May it never stop!
Sing the Citizens of Rapture
But Paradise is a lie
Beneath the glitz and glam
The working class can't get a leg up
They slave away at the docks and behind the scenes
But Fontaine has helping hands outstretched to those in need
A new Discover!
Adam is the thing!
It brings a new market of genetic alterations
Plasamids to give you powers of your dreams
And Gene tonics to give you strength and enhance your brain
Human perfection at hand, in a little vial,
For the Citizens of Rapture
Little girls come from Fontaine's orphanage
Their eyes glowing brilliant yellow
Little Adam factories to sate the public's growing need
Plasmid use on the rise as tension settle about Rapture's top
Adam consumes all within the city, Fontaine is almost the king now
Fontaine goes down in a blaze of smoke!
A parasite through and through, rages Ryan
His smuggling ring is destroyed
His assets sized
Ryan is King once more in his city beneath the sea
Little ones wander with metal protectors as the Kashmir blows
Civil war explodes within Rapture's halls
They go with Ryan's blessing to gather from the dead
To process Adam again and again
They are the fuel needed for this war
Even as the citizens start to scream
"Don't believe Atlas' lies. Rapture is on the rise."
The PA shouts its message
But the citizens don't care
Curfew is enacted, freedoms stripped away
This is not what we were promised!
This is not the Rapture way!
Adam sickness becomes clear
As its price spikes
Plasmids twist their users and their minds slowly slip away
Splicer they are called now, no longer fit to be human
Riots start in the streets
Return to the surface is all they crave, away from the madness and decay
The end of Rapture is nigh! They cry
They protest, scream, and shout
Unlock the 'spheres!
Let us out!
This place is lost to the crushing waves!
No, says Ryan as they are rounded up in Apollo's Square
It's all in writing, a contract sealed
Citizens of Rapture forever, buried at sea
It decays and descends
Few remain who are not spliced, mad, or dead
Little Sisters and their metal Daddies still roam the paths
The seemingly endless supply of dead their aim
Adam sluggishly pumps the heart of the city,
Even as it verges on Death
The Citizens of Rapture scream their insanity into the black ocean depths
No more Art or Industry
And Science is silent, but for a Splicer's screech
No more ideas burst forth, all are mad here
Welcome to Rapture
The Citizens are paranoid...or dead
Little girls in pink are replaced by monsters splattered in blood
And Metal men walk the crumbling streets
Welcome to Rapture
Where Gods and Kings come to die