Author's Notes: And here we are…the big one, the chapter that's an important marker! Firstly, it's where the four Total Drama contestants experience the world of Bioshock for the first time. Secondly, it's where this story will rated M and becomes a crossover, two actions that are valid but will reduce readership greatly.

However, I'm hoping that the chapter's quality will convince new readers to come. But let's have the chapter speak for itself so you can decide if it will do so or not.

Here's the fourth chapter of "Total Drama Raptured": Revelations and…Rapture!


Without even a microsecond of delay, the spherical metal object's glass door was shut!

No matter what knots they have had in the stomachs, there was no turning back now.

Seeing the outside world through the glass door, they saw a few things that they weren't expecting…water! A sign saying 10 FATHOMS! Another sign saying 18 FATHOMS!

Before the possible implications of these revelations could dawn on any of the teenagers, a slight screeching sound was heard as something brown that came from below the glass door and now was covering it.

Suddenly something appeared on the brown surface obscuring the glass door! It was a projected slide with a silhouette of the lighthouse that they believed they were still inside.

As the slide changed to another, they heard the sounds of hidden speakers coming to life and starting to play preselected pieces of music. As the sounds of piano and symphony filled the limited space, Courtney couldn't help but smile as she once again recognized the music being played for them. This time it was a piece from Rhapsody in Blue, a very famous piece fusing classical music and jazz that was composed by George Gershwin and first orchestrated by Ferde Grofé in 1924.

'Whoever built this, they had immaculate taste in music.' Courtney thought to herself.

But what was more interesting than the music was the new slide itself, despite being strange. It was a strange thing indeed that reminded Noah of advertisements from the 1950s. It showed a young woman holding a cigarette while a young man was lighting it for her. What was so interesting is that the fire wasn't coming from a match or cigarette lighter. Instead…it was coming from one of the man's fingers! And what was written around it only encouraged this impossible and absurd notion: FIRE AT YOUR FINGERTIPS! INCINERATE! PLASMIDS BY RYAN INDUSTRIES!

With his advanced brain still not fully processing this fantastical implication, Noah thought to himself as he always did, sarcastically, "Ah, yes, Incinerate! Becoming a walking fire hazard so I can give my beloved lung cancer. My life is sooo complete."

Of course, the irony of these words wouldn't dawn on Noah until he became just that.

Back in the matter of the present, the slide changed to another slide. While not as fantastic as the last one, this one was even more perplexing to Noah for a few reasons.

It was the image of a man sitting behind a desk wearing a fancy suit and holding a pipe. He was a straight-backed man in his early forties of medium height with two thin and crisply straight strokes of mustache, and a prominent cleft chin. Noah couldn't help but notice that his face was calm and his eyes were full of familiarity and a keen, searching gaze though it was also clear that it was intense with the heat of personality and could become blaringly angry in an instant if properly incurred. It was loosely familiar to Noah. At first Noah thought it was an image of a young Orson Welles or a young Walt Disney.

Then reading the words there made him realize why: FROM THE DESK OF RYAN!

Just as Noah realized this, a voice recorded began to be played along with the music.

"I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled…"

The slide changed again to one of a man wiping the sweat from his forehead. Behind him there is a plowed field, a blazing sun in the sky, and a farmhouse with a windmill.

What interested Noah more than the change in image however was the voice itself. Having read a few books about Andrew Ryan, he had read many accounts about it.

'His voice conveyed a powerful inner conviction, his every word was almost like a lightning rod as it transmitted a mighty burst of electricity in the hearts and minds of all who heard it.'

'His voice and what it stemmed from gave Andrew Ryan an undeniable power that most people could never hope to know or possess.'

'Hearing Mr. Ryan is like listening to a newsreel. I can't say why but it has the same indescribable legitimacy.'

'There was something about him that made you want to open up and speak honestly. If there ever was a God, which I don't think there is, He would have Andrew Ryan's voice.'

Before this point, he thought that it was all nostalgia-laced sentimentally. He was wrong. His voice did in fact meet the descriptions left down by those in the historical record. But this wasn't the historical record…it was the present day, the age of the I-pod and Skype. How did Andrew Ryan have a voice, even recorded, sixty years after his disappearance?

Unconcerned with this, the recording rolled on with Noah paying the strictest attention as the slide remained on the image of the farmer working in the blazing sun.

" …to the sweat of his brow? 'No!'…"

The slide changed to one with the image of a man running away in terror from a giant bald eagle coming from the Capital Building in Washington, DC.

" …says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No!'…"

The slide changed to one with the image of a man with his arms in front of him in fear of a massive hand coming from a bright hole in the clouds over the Dome in Vatican City.

"…says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.' 'No!'…"

The slide changed to one with the image of a man cowering in fear of a giant hammer and sickle in the sky over the Kremlin in Moscow, Russia.

"…says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone!'"

The slide changed to one with the image of Andrew Ryan seen before.

"I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible."

I chose..."

As the screen on which the images had been seen was lowered, the four teenagers saw watery black.

Following some cosmic cue, a giant squid, which had its tentacles unknowingly obscuring the view, pushed itself away from the window releasing its black ink.

One could not have conceived of a more magnificent or appropriate curtain for what was revealed…

"…Rapture!"


Then, the four teenagers of the 21st century saw a sight that blew their collective minds! They saw a massive city that had somehow been submerged beneath the ocean's waves!

Then it dawned on Noah, they weren't in a usual elevator…they were in a bathysphere! Ryan had built this bathysphere! Andrew Ryan had built an entire city under the ocean!

"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."

"Sounds like my kind of place!" Courtney exclaimed, approving of the rhetoric shown, the idea of a place where the exceptional were unrestricted was very appealing to her.

As the recording of Andrew Ryan was done, Rapture was allowed to speak for itself.

And what an amazing job this city did without any petty details like words or sentences!

At first glance, it appeared to be the Emerald City of Oz from the 1939 classic film adaptation of The Wizard of Oz. It was infinitely more impressive than flying monkeys.

The initial impression of it was that it was a natural outgrowth of the aquatic world far older than it. But as the bathysphere slowly swam closer, more details were discovered. It was all one massive structure that formed many lesser (but still quite impressive) structures. They all had an industrial art style, like a city mirrored off of the Chrysler building. Or it could have been seen as vaguely matching the shape of the densest parts of Manhattan but the buildings were crowded even closer together and more interconnected.

After passing an even larger streamlined chromium figure like the ones seen in the lighthouse along one of the buildings, they noticed a transparent tubular passageway. Through the glass, they saw a very large and bulky looking man in what looked like a massive deep-sea diving suit wielding something they couldn't see.

Silently the teens gazed in wonder as a blue whale swam majestically in front of them before effortlessly moving its 100-ton bulk over them as if it were filled with only air. As it cruised by the window of the bathysphere a large eye rolled to peer curiously at them.

Actually now being surrounded by this city's structures after the blue whale had passed them, the four still speechless teenagers could see the features of the buildings up close. The architecture seemed calculated to project boldness and bravado…and it succeeded.

Art deco towers that were linked together by transparent tubular passageways soared, sunken buildings stood sturdily while watertight skyscrapers reared up without any sky to scrape. They were crafted from sheaths of green glass and chrome. Several of them looked like artfully transformed lighthouses that had air locks near their bases.

Though this blew all four of them away, Noah and Gwen even more impressed than Cody or Courtney. But this was for very specific reasons. Noah had read many books about the wonders and theories about the deep sea. But this! This blew everything out of the water in terms of the wonders that could be found here. It truly was another world; the surfaces of possible extraterrestrial worlds weren't as alien! As for Gwen, this place had a design, with its art deco flair and color scheme of glowing green contrasting the dark blue sea, which she agreed with instantly.

And indeed, the color was more diverse than just that, and even more impressive. The overall style of Rapture was a gleaming electrically illuminated canyon of steel and glass. The outlines of this city's magnificent architecture became a realm where light and shadow played tag. The foundations of Rapture were put on display by shades of dark green and bright indigo cast off of electric lamps and neon signs. In the shaded blue distances great shadowy shapes with murk-veiled outlines not definable appeared and vanished giving off the faint red glow of geothermal energy. Base lights streamed colored rays up the sides of the building; the subtle reds mingled with greens and purples equally nuanced and tasteful. No matter their color, the lights gave the towering edifices many miles beneath the seas in a legitimate royal splendor.

An electric sign appeared and advertised something called: RYAN ENTERPRISES. But that was only the beginning; it was the forerunner to a landscape of electric signs that rippled with the gay life of an undersea Times Square. Billboard signs of neon in all shapes and colors shined a manifestation of man's will in its purest form in the dark sea. A bright blue-green glowed around the words FLEET HALL right next to pure white light that displayed something called ROBERTSON'S TOBACCORIA. And surrounding those signs were many others with colors from red-gold to electric blue to green-purple being thrown against the indigo backdrop of the deep sea surrounding them.

As the lights of the bathysphere moved, the teenagers were to discover a new sublime sensation. They saw the beauty of a massive crowd of pink translucent jellyfish billowing with their long, delicate looking stingers trailing them. The glows of the lamps and signs would occasionally become bordered by the diffuse and iridescent shimmers of schools of different kinds of fish as they emerged from and disappeared within billowing forests of green kelp and purple sea fans. A raft of sea lions could be seen from below, their silhouettes were near the surface. A pod of dolphins darted by in pursuit of some fish.

Even while taking in these amazing sights of nature, they focused on the city's wonders. But even among these wonders, there were imperfections to be seen if viewed from a certain angle. For fleeting moments, this city resembled a sunken Atlantis instead of a metropolis built beneath the waves, as if the polar ice caps had melted and had submerged Manhattan. Some of the lights were flickering, threatening to go out. Some of them were dark. But most of them still worked and continued to give the city an otherworldly glow. Even if not structurally perfect, this was beyond their imaginations!

As they marveled at the lights, the teens started to hear static from a short-wave radio. Two voices were heard, having a conversation without them knowing about it, it seemed.

"…but the lighthouse is all lit up like hellfire…looks like some kind of plane crash…" The first voice says, a man speaking with something like an Irish brogue.

"Were in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean…How could it-" The second voice says, his voice was far more nasally and less impressive.

The four teenagers, while listening to the words being said, noticed that they had reached a series of almost complete metal rings with openings large enough to be passed through. The four metal rings created a tunnel that seemed to be at least a quarter mile long.

Passing through the opening of the first metal ring, the four teenagers noticed that the words ALL GOOD THINGS were on the top of the circle's arch in bright yellow neon.

"I dunno, you best get over there, and be quick about it. The splicers are coming!" The first voice, the one with the Irish brogue, says with a bit more nervousness than before.

Passing through the opening of the second metal ring, the four teenagers noticed that the words OF THIS EARTH were on the top of the circle's arch in bright yellow neon.

"You've gotta be kidding-" The second voice says. As he continues speaking, the four teenagers pass through the opening of the third metal ring, with the word FLOW on the top of the arch in bright yellow neon. "How do you know someone's even coming?"

When the second voice, sounding more nervous than the first one finished speaking, the four teenagers passed through the fourth and final metal ring. The words in bright yellow neon this time were INTO THE CITY. But unlike the first three times, the "Y" in CITY short-circuited and caused the words to stop glowing right when they passed through.

"'Casue we got a bathysphere on its way down. That means we've got company." The Irish voice says.

As the conversation seemed to end, Cody, Courtney, Gwen, and Noah had reached the end of the tunnel. They found themselves approaching a new circular opening. This one however was in the wall of the one of the submerged skyscrapers and surrounding it were the words: RAPTURE TRANSIT AUTHORITY.

Passing through the hole, the bathysphere stops. As they wait for it to start moving again, the teenagers notice another sign with a similar design to the one advertised before the message from Andrew Ryan began. This one had the face of a man who was putting some sugar in a cup of coffee…by holding the spoon with the sugar by means of a yellow energy coming from his forehead! Written on it is: MIND OVER MATTER! TELEKINESIS! PLASMIDS BY RYAN INDUSTRIES!

Again, not having the time to fully consider the implications of this sign, the four contestants of Total Drama found the bathysphere they were in traveling upward. As it made its ascent up a vertical column, they were all placed within darkness and silence.


Their minds were still too blown by what they had to seen to speak to each other about it. Even though they were in this state for maybe a minute, it felt like many long hours.

"O-okay, just one more minute…the 'sphere- the 'spehre is coming up now!" The nasally voice from the brief radio conversation was heard saying, almost sounding excited.

"Johnny, security is bangin' off all over…get a move on!" The Irish voice says full of worry.

When the bathysphere finally stopped, the teenagers couldn't make much out. Aside from a few lights directly above the glass door of the bathysphere, it was pitch black here. And even with those lights, all that was revealed was a red carpet on the floor and two figures.

"Please, lady…I didn't mean to trespass. Just don't hurt me…just let me go…" The first figure, who has the nasally voice already heard by them, says as he is backing away from the second figure towards the glass door with his hands up. Given that he identified the other figure as a lady, they assumed that this had to be Johnny. His voice was frightened.

The other figure, the lady approaching Johnny, made them all uneasy but where unsure why. She was slowly approaching Johnny while walking with her back hunched. More unsettling, while Johnny was clearly sacred this lady was humming a tranquil tune. Unknown to them, the tune was from the 1939 Jack Lawrence song "If I Didn't Care".

And that's exactly what this lady seemed to be doing, not caring about the man's fear.

Meanwhile, Johnny became more begging, "…You can keep my gun. You can-ACK!"

His trembling voice was suddenly stopped with a scream as the lady lunged forth at him! For reasons the teens couldn't understand, they heard the sound of flesh being ripped as the lady's hands appeared to be thrust at Johnny's body. For more reasons they couldn't get, the lady then backed away a few steps…only to run at him and punch him yet again.

As she did this, the teens finally got a vague idea of what she looked like, and they wished they hadn't. While many features couldn't be seen, the one that could was enough. Her body was covered in dirt and her skin appeared to be a dried blood color.

Before they could see anymore, the lady brought Johnny slightly off the ground. While being held in the air, the teenagers heard sickening gurgling's coming from him. Then in a moment that shocked them with its violent energy, the lady removed her hands. But when she did, her hands were not the only things that were removed from Johnny's body.

With a sloshing that was the most sickening sound any of them had heard before, something spilled onto the floor as it was rapidly pouring out of Johnny's body.

Though they didn't know it, all four teens were looking at the scene with pure horror. At that moment, they knew what that red liquid was and felt more fear than ever before.

IT WAS BLOOD! THEY SAW JOHNNY'S ARTERIAL SPRAY! THEY SAW JOHNNY DIE! JOHNNY DIED!

With their minds reeling over what they'd seen and having trouble accepting it, the four contestants from Total Drama noticed something under the overhead lights they hadn't before. They noticed the lady's hands…or more accurately, that she didn't have hands!

Instead she had two large golden hooks, now stained with fresh blood, which glistened menacingly. Even more menacing was when the lady started breathing heavily, as if she were sniffing the air. While her face couldn't be seen, the teens saw her look at them.

"Are these people new?" The hook handed lady says with a voice of calm questioning.

All four of them froze, not moving and forgetting to breathe. Fear had locked them up. The silence after the lady spoken was killing them.

"AAARRRRGH!" She suddenly roared completely out of nowhere in a loud shriek!

With that, she jumped out of the view of the glass door. They hoped she was gone.

They were wrong.

CRRREEAK! KIRIK!

The harsh cry of what they assumed to be her golden hooks grating and scraping stridently along the metal of the bathysphere's top was loudly heard! Part of that top suddenly was ripped apart, the wires dangling while spitting small, sapphire sparks.

As the bathysphere starts to shake violently, the four teens start screaming wildly in fear!

This is only increased when sparks of the hook handed woman's attempt to get to them created long lines on the ceiling which looked like rows of miniature, violent blue stars. The shaking increases dramatically; the four teenagers feared they'd fall back down the column and into the cruel sea. The screeching of metal is joined by the sounds of exertion and frustration. And this was joined by the sounds of their own uncontrollable screaming.

After more than a minute of unbelievable tension, the shaking and screeching stop. Cody, Courtney, Gwen, and Noah see the hook handed lady leap off the bathysphere. Walking a few steps away from them, the teens could again see her outline as a black silhouette.

"Harumph!" The lady grunts as she leaps high into the air and disappears from sight.

Though their ears heard someone talking to them on the shortwave radio with them, Cody, Courtney, Gwen, and Noah couldn't process that in their manically sacred minds.

It was only now that the full and terrible of their situation dawned on them, or at least the first parts of it did. The full and grimmer dimensions wouldn't come to them until later.

Despite Courtney's earlier thoughts, this wasn't an elaborate scheme by Chris MacLean. The dangers here were very real and not softened to avoid trivial things like lawsuits. They were truly isolated from all that they knew in a frightening and alien new world.

The reassurances and positive energy of the sun and their lives before this were now distant memories. Down in these depths, the nightmares are never ending and unbroken.

Submerged, this city's mask was eroding away, revealing the fascinating but unpleasant skull beneath the neon signs and bathyspheres that created a spectacular first impression.

Even so, possibly still in too much shock to fully understand what this meant for them, Noah turned to Courtney and couldn't stop his sarcastic wit from firing off once again.

"Gee, you had it right Courtney. This is sooo totally your kind of place."


So, the four teenagers of Total Drama have finally arrived in the city of Rapture. Now there's the question how are they going to survive in this nightmare world?

There are four things that I need to say before ending this important chapter.

Firstly, the four teenagers marveling at Rapture was one of the first ideas that came to me after I had decided to write this story and I imagined they'd be very shocked.

Secondly, to me it seems like Courtney would be someone who would agree with the doctrine of Rapture…at least until seeing what Rapture is actually like, of course. This will likely be referenced and addressed at other points in this story.

Thirdly, to those of you who don't know, the philosophy of Andrew Ryan is in many ways a direct representation of the philosophical system called Objectivism, created by Ayn Rand (please note the similarity in the names of "Andrew Ryan" and "Ayn Rand"). As this story goes along, the details of this philosophy and the Total Drama characters coming to terms with it will likely become large parts of this story. In fact, this heavy consideration of philosophy for a video game is one of the reasons why the first "Bioshock" is my all-time favorite video game and easily the best argument for how video games are a legitimate art form like books and movies. But, I'll just say this right here and now, in both "Bioshock" and this story, the final word on Objectivism is that its full of shit and wasn't the perfect thing Rand saw.

And finally, the next two chapters are almost completely done and ready to be posted. Since I won't be waiting for possible readers before making this story an official M-rated crossover, I'll be posting these chapters as soon as they're ready.

So until the next chapter, please read, review, alert, favor, and spread the word!