Crackles and bangs of gunshots were going off everywhere. The sound of security systems and alarms wailed through each empty hallway of my own personal hell, Rapture. I begin to think of why anyone would ever want to come down here in the first place, but it must've been beautiful at one point. How I would love to see that day. Things went silent for a few moments, and then I started firing again. How did this all start, I wondered? Where did it all go wrong? BANG. I can't remember anything, and the shattered state of this city is not making it any easier to comprehend. Another gunshot. I don't know anything of my past, and my present is grim. In this place you must kill to live, steal to survive, and if you are unarmed, let's face it, you're screwed. Trust me, speaking from experience. My first weapon was wrench. Not that great when you're up against a Big Daddy. BANG headshot.
Ah, Big Daddies. If you've ever met one, every tiny sprinkle of fear left in your body was wasted in one moment: The Moment you pissed Off a Big Daddy. Those big palookas could knock you out with one hit, and the rest, well, you don't want to know. They are the meanest, biggest, toughest things in Rapture and you do NOT want to mess with them. Though you do not WANT to toy with them, you, unfortunately, must. They protect the gatherers, the Little Sisters. They treat them like daughters, and even walking close to one is a suicide mission. "Why?" You may ask. ADAM. That's why.
ADAM is the one thing that everyone wants in Rapture, and the Little Sisters carry it. It's why everyone here is crazy and deformed. ADAM is a drug, more powerful than meth, heroin, pot, opium, and cocaine joined, and then some. It's powerful enough to change your very DNA. That's why it was used so much. The Little Sisters carry it because they …consume it. There is a parasite, a sea slug, which lives inside their little bodies, and secretes the drug. That's how they can consume it without becoming addicted. It also makes them almost completely invulnerable to any dangers, but they are still only little girls. Now, their childhood has been stolen from them.
Splicers came out from every door, and my only thought was run. Run. Run. Run. Run as fast as I could. Run as fast as possible. Run and escape. Run for my life. Run to the shadows. Run, or die. I hid behind a collapsed sign for Shellfish. I swear, this Fontaine guy must've been some big-shot compensating for what he didn't have in his pants, because the guy had his name plastered on just about every empty spot on the wall and wherever there wasn't Andrew Ryan's name already on it.
Andrew Ryan, the founder of this sunken city. He claims to be a revolutionary, I say he's a dictator. He claims to be visionary, I say he's blind as a bat. He claims to be fair and honest, he's a politician, so that's not physically possible. Andrew Ryan has been with just about every woman in this shantytown, and most of them are… "No longer with us." The rest wouldn't waste their time. Some people even rebelled against him, and they ended up in a salt pond. Those who didn't buy into his "philosophy" were dealt with, quickly.
"Don't run! They always run…."
"Shut up! You demented freak!"
"Come on! I just want to talk!"
"I don't talk to ugly splicers!"
BAM and he is dead. If you haven't already noticed, splicers are the remains of the survivors in Rapture. They are all strung out on ADAM, and will kill anyone or anything that gets in their way, in the way of their next big high. They've gone completely insane; it's hard to believe these are still people. They still scream in horror, they still weep in sadness, they still yelp in pain, they still get songs stuck in their heads and sing to pass the time, and they even still get mad at vending machines when they malfunction! But they are indeed crazy. They talk to themselves, sometimes yelling to the sky, about ungodly things. They search every corpse for anything they can scavenge, but here in Rapture, that's a usual activity. Sometimes I actually feel sorry for them. I mean, they did have lives, but now they are walking abominations of God.
God…. My bad. There is no God in Rapture. At least, there isn't supposed to be, thanks to "Mr. Ryan". I saw a giant banner that said, "No Gods or Kings, Only Man." Stupid Ryan. He wanted to be free in this city. And he was, but the people weren't. That's probably how all this happened. The collapsing buildings, the crazed citizens, the propaganda, the killing, the war, the demonic children, everything. All because of him.