Pyro was bored. They'd been on a boat for a week in the middle of the ocean. The only thing they'd gotten to shoot rainbows at the whole time was that banner. They fired off a spurt from the flamethrower. It didn't last longer than a second. They sighed and started looking for something to light up for more than a few seconds.
"Don't wander off too far!" called Engie.
Pyro nodded and spurted some bubbles at a plant. It lit up in pretty colors for a moment before quickly stopping and disappearing. They sighed and went up the stairs. They blinked and tilted their head.
In front of them was a vending machine flanked by little girls and colorful mushrooms. It was pretty so Pyro went over to see what it was selling. They couldn't get it to work. There was a pretty horn attached to the machine. They grabbed it and picked it up.
"This is a Gatherer's Garden."
Pyro tilted their head. "Skaa?"
"Don't ever use one of these. Otherwise, you'll become like those deformed lunatics you might have seen by now."
Spy suddenly took the horn from Pyro.
"They're called splicers because they splice plasmids into their DNA. It makes them tougher, gives them powers, drives them completely insane. There's no reasoning with them, leading to Rule Four: Always aim for the head. Almost all of Rapture's population is made up of splicers now, so keep an eye out for them. There's a few sane people still around, but they're holed up so you won't see 'em. Might be able to get some help from them if you find a decent radio though."
"I can take care of that," said Engie.
"By the way I stashed some climbing rope behind the machine," finished the recording.
Pyro curiously reached behind the machine and found a huge piece of licorice. "Ooh…"
"We're gonna have to climb down in that other room, aren't we?" asked Demo.
Pyro thought that sounded like fun!