Hey guys, just to let you know this is the fan-fic of Bioshock I was talking about in my bio. I will write this over time but for now I will leave you with this prologue for you.
Prologue:
"So, rumour is that Andrew was murded by a guy called Jack. According to a Little Sister I guided the other day, no one knows his surname. I personally do not think Andrew is dead. He, and I should know, is a sneaky bastard, but more on that later..."
My names John Ryan, and I'm a Big Daddy. I live and work in Rapture, the underwater 'heaven', or now a complete HELL HOLE. Since Splicers took this place over we, meaning the Big Daddies, have been busier than ever. We're knocking out Splicers 24/7. But we still have to do our normal jobs which is looking after and guarding Little Sisters whilst they collect ADAM.
For any of you who know about Rapture, you'll know that the person who runs Rapture is Andrew Ryan, AKA my brother. I was the first Big Daddy as he wanted someone he could trust to look after the Little Sisters, who weren't so fucked up back then. Now they're crazy, little blood suckers that suck ADAM out of the people they call 'Angels' which are actually dead humans...