1959, new years day.
The city of rapture was at its heyday... no constraints, no problems, no misery. Everyone was prosperous and the advanced genetic splices available made life wonderful. However, nothing is too good to be true. Life as the men and women of rapture knew it was about to change completely.
You come about in the city sometime after 1959. After Jack left the city. Rapture is a mess. Splicers are desparate for adam, and groups of citisens have banded together in the search for this substance. Big daddies are random encounters, looking for the little sisters they mourn for.
Welcome to rapture. The fastest growing pile of junk in the sea.
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Post Merge: December 02, 2009, 02:47:16 AM
Shiro rooted through the corpse of the splicer in front of him, looking for eve hypo's.
Alchohol...alchohol...money...pistol...
"Darn, no eve. On my last two."
He looked up at the wreckage that was Arcadia. The tree's were fine, but that was the only thing that was. The place was overgrown. After Jack had put the Lazerous vector in the machine, the plants had grown doubletime. He barely recognized the place. He knew he should move on to richer pastures. Most of the splicers here were dead. The buzz of his security bot, knicknamed "Scrappy", for all of the fixes on him, was hovering by him. Shiro loved machines. Since most of the time, they were his only companions, he found them to have a "soul" of sorts. Or maybe it was the adam making him think that. He couldn't tell.
Scrappy's sensors went off, as a splicer foolishly walked through the door to be hit by the combined pistol and machine gun of Shiro and Scrappy.
Shiro rooted through his corpse.
Chips...pistol...aha!
an eve hypo was on the ground on the left of him.
Arcadia was indeed becoming dry of people. Time to move to Fort Frolic.