hey, what's up! soooo, yesterday i decided to write some bioshock. i was half asleep when i planned this, so that might explain it! the change at the end is intentional and inspired by the 'sea of dreams' teaser trailer.
Once, when I was young, Mama Tenenbaum taught me something. We were learning to read, and she felt that it was appropriate to share a particular little gem of knowledge with us: The letter C has no sound of its own. It can be either a K or S, but nothing sounds like a C.
I do, though.
K is harsh and uncaring. It's like jabbing a hypodermic needle into a dead person's belly. It's like Mr. Bubbles pounding a strung-out splicer into the wall with his drill. It's horrible to be a K.
S is gentle and peaceful. It's like playing hopscotch with my sisters on the concrete floor of the safehouse. It's like singing ring around the rosie at bedtime. Every other little girl went from K to S, but not me.
I'm stuck in the middle. I have no identity. I go back and forth and back again.
I am the sea.
i like reviews. :D