Steven-Shock
I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
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ATTENTION EVERYONE! I'll be briefly breaking my Hiatus and having a Halloween contest. I'll be posting Halloween themed stories, horror themed, or one's that end with a cliff-hanger! The story that gets the most reviews, will be the one I update on Halloween!(and maybe a few other surprises. heh. heh.)
And don't forget to check out my new "Shake Up the Falls" Challenge!
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Deep below the Atlantic Ocean...Inside the Bathysphere...a film projector begins to play...
"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, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well..."
"Well, I don't know about 'making the city mine'...but I can definitely have fun here." Stated Stanley Lenderman with a smirk as his bathysphere docked with the recently built city.
He and his cargo were rushed to Ryan's private quarters. Andrew Ryan sat in his large chair aloof.
"Alright, man...'Wow' me." He stated simply.
Stanley smirked. "Oh, I think I can do so much more than 'Wow' you." Said the seemingly ordinary man confidently as he opens his trunks...revealing the dead corpses of Rose Quartz and her Crystal Gems...and several others...
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TO BE CONTINUED?
AN: I know it says "in-progress" but really I just don't like boxing myself into a corner. For now this is more of a one-shot that I might continue one day...but probably won't.
But, hey. Feel free to use whatever elements you want from this, if you want! Or maybe give me ideas?
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