The Biolord: A BioshockOverlord Crossover

by CymbalKid3000

The year, 1975, 7 years after Eleanor Lamb left Rapture. The city has somehow been able to keep it self dreaming, but a little boogieman or boogie imp has found his way into Rapture and is seeking out a new master. Watch as the Rapture nightmare worsens and spreads throughout the world, because evil always finds a way, and this time its through Rapture. Rated M.

1. Intro

Disclaimer:

I do not own Overlord or Bioshock.

Warning

I quiet literally made this stuff up on the spot because I'm bored and tired and can't get to sleep. So if it sucks, I apologize. Oh and also this story will likely get violent and gory in later chapters so if you don't like that stuff then turn back now. Swearing will also be part of the vernacular although used sparingly.

Author Comments: Well tis nice and nighttime in beautiful and currently rainy Hawaii, the land of my birth. Uploading this now before my word decides to crash on me just because. Behold the intro to my new story "The Biolord: A Bioshock/Overlord Crossover". I'll alternate between this story and Rosie&Fiona, Why? Cause I'm bored sitting around my house for spring break. I'm a rate this T for now, but it'll likely go up once things get…Bioshocking! Bad joke aside, the rating will be raise to M as later chapters are published, due to violence, language, blah, blah, blah, It's 2:00 in the morning! Why can't I fall asleep!

Intro

"A city where man seeks to banish God and toss out the law. Ha, my kind of place."

A small light illuminated the room, its source, a small glowing crystal tied to a string tied to a stick tied to an ugly and hideous little imp creature. The imp like creature stood no taller than three feet. It's face, ancient and leathery, it's the kind of face that has seen great men and empires fall and rise. It's eye's a sickening, glowing yellow; eyes that have seen the unspeakable and witnessed the unimaginable. It wore layers of loose worn loose fitting cloth that dragged across the ground of Pauper's Drop. Several seemingly younger, half naked, versions of the old one followed close behind. The heads of the younger ones darted back and forward as they took in the decrepit and decaying look of Pauper's Drop. It had been seven years since Big Daddy Delta tore the place apart on his way to find his daughter, Eleanor Lamb. The creatures wormed their way through the piles of decaying splicer remains. The party halted as it came to the town square. The old one let out a little low-pitched whistle. A moment of silence followed before many younger imps came running out of nowhere.

"Have you found our new master?" The old one inquired.

"No, we find nothing!"

Those four words rang throughout the small crowd of imps that surrounded the old one. A look of anger and displeasure filled the face of the old one; he wacked the nearest imp with a brick the old one picked from the ground.

"Then keep looking you imbeciles! Find the new master!"

The old one shouted as he threw the brick into the crowd. The imps scattered and ran off murmuring curses under their breaths as they disappeared into the darkness. The old one let out a sigh and continued to walk through the streets of dead splicers.

Two splicers perched atop the roof of the King Pawn pawnshop, stared blankly as the whole scene unfolded before them. They continued their blank stares long after the old imp left. An hour later the two splicers finally look at each other, then at the bottle of Adam that sat between them.

"I love me some Adam, but this is some wacky shit."

"Yeah, this is the last time I down a couple bottles of Tate Merlot before splicing."

The two fall back into silence as they stare blankly over the square once again, both letting out a sigh of exhaustion.