Hello! Wow, it has been awhile since I wrote a Bioshock story, or in that case poem. I hope you enjoy this 3 part audio diary of a broken hearted believer in Rapture.
Also there are a lot of Bioshock stories out there so thank you for taking time to read this one.
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Audio Diary of the Dumbest Bitch in the world, other wise known as Martha Krupt.
Lies.
All I have know to come from Rapture have been lies.
I came down here to seek salvation from a world that shuned my ideas.
How ignorant I was.
My underwater utopia to free myself from, as the late great Andrew Ryan put it, the paricites...humpf.
Ryan.
Ironic how his name, that was once as sweet as honey on my lips and like a harmonic melody in my ears, has now turned into the most bitter thing I have ever said. I feel like the world's biggest fool for trusting him. My blood boils when I think of everytime I defended every move he made, every fuckin move...EVERY FUCKIN GODDAMN DUMB ASS MOVE THIS FUCKER MADE I STOOD BY HIM! I lost friends that way but I knew that Ryan would make it up to the people some way.
I looked up to him, I believed him, I truested him and how did her repay me?
He took my daughter and turned her into one of those poor little girls...
Those girls with the yellow eyes...h-h-he l-let that...-t-t-that BITCH Tenenbaum take one of those slugs and give it to my little baby girl and turned her into one of those mosquitoes. No...they call them the Little Sisters. But they are just like mosquitoes, they buzz around Rapture around those corpses sucking ADAM from them like blood.
This is what Ryan did...my savior turned out to be my destroyer.
That was when I saught comfort in a man named Atlas.
Yes, I know short but it is meant to be like this.
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