CHAPTER
3
BIOSHOCKED-ACT
1
"Alright then, I'm Atlas. I'm probably the last sane person in this entire birdcage. Now would you kindly tell me your name?" Jack answered; "Jack." Atlas nodded, but then Jack wondered how he could possibly know that Atlas nodded at that exact moment because he was over the radio. Jack decided that he was just high. "Well Jack, you've just stepped into Rapechair. The fastest growing pile of birdshit the world has ever seen. Now head up those stair and look for a weapon."
Jack
walked up the red carpeted stairs. A dead Bird-Man thing was waving
to him. Jack shivered, and continued up the stairs.
When
he got up, he saw a opening in the wall, then he saw a Wrench on the
ground. "Now, pick up that wrench and use it to break open the
opening." Jack still wondered how the hell Atlas knew all of
this, I mean it was 1960 for god's sakes! Jack just denounced that
Atlas was a well trained stalker.
Soon
Jack saw a Vending machine. "Sweet! I'm thirsty..." He
walked up to it and put in a dollar. Atlas came on the radio. "You
do know that the glass is broken, so you can just pick it up without
using money...." Jack responded; "Nevah! That would be
wrong!"
Jack
could hear Atlas mutter something about epic fail and he heard
something like a palm hitting a face, but he just shrugged it
off.
After Jack's money got through, a small canister popped out. It had a needle sticking out of it. Jack shrugged again and put the needle in his mouth, and he started drinking. Atlas gasped. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STICK IT IN YOUR WRIST!!!!" Jack started feeling dizzy, and he fell off the balcony and hit the floor.... Hard.