"This is a wasteland, my only retreat, with heaven above you, there's hell over me..." Hell Above, Pierce The Veil
I went to meet this Andrew Ryan after hearing of his city. I had to hear of whether the rumours were true. An underwater city, free of law and God? How could such a place ever exist? It would make no sense!
I wrote letters to him, and he replied most politely. I had asked whether this was satire, whether Rapture was actually going to be constructed at the bottom of the ocean. I asked all the questions I could to get all the answers I needed, however he didn't give them an answer in script. He replied that there was too much to say about Rapture in one measly letter, so he invited me to his home to meet and discuss the entire situation.
I obliged of course, meeting with him on the following Sunday. As I began to chat with him, it became more than clear that this place was indeed possible; it was going to become a reality. He told me of how he was a fan of my work; my poetry, compositions, sculptures. I was quite flattered by this, the man who was willing to create a metropolis under a mile of water.
I explained that I wanted to be contribute to this society with my talents. He said that I would be a welcome addition to his city. This pleased me, knowing that my help to make Rapture beautiful would not go without gratitude. I couldn't wait to be able stroll along it's corridors.
I played a large part in it's construction, I dare say. I helped make a lot of structures to make Rapture the elegant sight it is, even now. I even wrote the anthem, Rise Rapture Rise, which lyrics ran thus;
Oh rise, Rapture, rise! We turn our hopes up to the skies!
Oh rise, Rapture, rise!
Upon your wings our dreams will fly.
A city in the ocean's deep,
A promise that we'll always keep,
To boldly turn our eyes upon the prize!
So rise, rise, rise!
Oh rise, Rapture, rise!
We merrily sing this reprise.
Oh rise, Rapture, rise!
To help us crush Parasites despised.
A city on Poseidon's floor,
A set of ideals we adore,
A philosophy we all can emphasize.
So rise, rise, rise!
There is one thing that always annoyed me though. The doubters. Those who said my work was bad. They are all liars. My work was beautiful, all of it. As I wrote numerous plays, songs, piano compositions, and sculptures, and I knew they were best of all, better than anyone else! I was the best artist in not only Rapture, in all of the world!
Andrew Ryan knew that, and that is why he put me in charge of Fort Frolic, the best place of entertainment in Rapture!! I designed it myself.
It started with the Atrium. It was almost like the hub of Fort Frolic, opposite Rapture Metro Station, so it was easily accessible for Rapture's citizens. It had a long staircase that led to upstairs, and a stage that was for announcements.
The Lower Atrium had a strip club named The Seahorse. Yes, I understand that it was obscene, but to me, art is art, in all its various forms. There were other various shops there, all of which paid me the incredibly high rent. Finally, was my Muse Box, which was locked in a glass box, able to be seen but unable to be touched. Only by me would it be truly used.
The Upper Atrium was the better part, in my opinion. It housed Fleet Hall, my favourite part of Rapture. The beautiful auditorium, even after Rapture's fall, was dimly lit. It was lined with velvet seats, all of the highest quality at my request. It had the most high-tech lighting, ones that I had not seen before. In the middle was a single grand piano for the best pianists in Rapture, mainly myself. Though I wouldn't mind giving piano lessons now and then, it is good to keep generations of musicians.
Also in the Upper Atrium, there was the various other shopping outlets, but their names had long slipped from my memory, and it wasn't like I could look. The signs had faded long ago, just like my sanity.
I was there, at it's opening. It was a great moment in my life. The lights, the glamour, the SPLENDOUR! It was the best and most grand opening to anything in history. Mr Ryan lessened no expense. He had all of the best people in this world attend, and soon, Rapture opened it's doors, and we saw everything.
The Medical Pavilion, controlled by Dr Steinman, a famous doctor and plastic surgeon. I hoped to not be placed under his care too much, and hoped not to visit the place at all, but it was good to know that we had the highest quality aid. There was Neptune's Bounty, the fishing district. Being under the sea, we ate a humongous amount of seafood, it got quite sickening, to be honest. Arcadia, the place where all oxygen was created by gardens and orchards. I always thought that it was a clever way to keep us alive, Mr Ryan had thought through every detail. There was also the Farmer's Market, but I was inclined to go there. Then there was Fort Frolic, clearly overseen by myself.
Hephestus, which was for the less fortunate citizens of Rapture. That was the geothermal power generation facility, for the workers. There were other places, but also, I would not leave the area of Fort Frolic. Why would I ever need to leave? IT IS BEAUTIFUL!
Well, at least it used to be, before the Civil War. And the Fall of Rapture...
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Little Moth (Sander Cohen) - BioShock Fan Fiction
Fanfiction"Cohen's an artist, says some. He's a Section Eight, says I. I've seen all types of cutthroats, freaks, and hard cases in my life, but Cohen, he's a real lunatic, a dyed-in-the-wool psychopath." This old fruit is not to be messed with... Sander Cohe...
