#speaking of submarines why not search for god at the bottom of the sea (and find him)

[furiouslysleepinggreen]

I love indie horror games, no not the soulless mascot ones, those ones where it’s like, hey dude you gotta hunt a bunch of squirrels in order to make your dead skinless wife beautiful again by covering her headless body with them

[seesgood]

old guard verse notes ,  bc i’m rewatching. 

genuinely, i cannot decide if caroline is a little bit in love with andy or if she’s just like #Goals, or if it’s a little bit of both? regardless, she’s 100% MOST intimidated of andy, but also probably just stares at her like “oh my god she’s so powerful and incredible look at her she’s my role model i want to be her when i grow up” --- this also means that she will be about 80% more prone to rambling when andy is around. 

nile is also #goals, but less intimidating goals, but still hella intimidating. but a marine??? hell yes, she has 1000% of caroline’s respect At All Times, but also is so far out of her league that she’s super easily intimidated by her. 

joe and nicky are her favorites, she could watch them interact / listen to them talk about history for like literally forever 

i cannot explain why but if either one of them could teach her how to cook or speak italian or do any sort of thing she would dIE  

re: booker --- as much as she’d hate to admit it, she definitely understands where he’s coming from. that being said she’s probably not entirely capable of hating him and would probably keep tabs just in case 

she’s met merrick one ( 1 ) time and instantly hated him and he’s 150% of the reason she left once she realized that copley was more than somewhat considering giving him their research. it was a huge blowout. 

she’s still not ENTIRELY over it and her relationship with copley is still strained as fuck and she’s lost almost all respect for him, but she’s polite enough to work alongside of him because she knows he has the best research and resources 

the only reason she doesn’t 100% hate him is because again, she can understand the desire for wanting the power to save the ones closest to you, but she also knows that it’s not their power to control.

the guilt she feels that even the smallest amount of her research was used against them makes her nauseous, and she’ll do anything to make it up to them

has about zero self preservation instincts and is stupidly protective of every member of the guard. like...it literally would not occur to her that they’d be fine if they were found out ( bc lbr they’d kick ass regardless )  so there’s about an 80% chance she would get herself hurt protecting any one of them / their secret / their whereabouts 

as naive as it sounds:  she doesn’t have family. the whole reason she got into this research is because it was something her dad left, and even though she fully knows she’ll never be part of their group or their family, she kinda considers them the closest thing she has to family, so she’ll do whatever she can to keep them safe 

also when she finds out about quynh, she’ll devote almost all her time to trying to track her down, she’ll scour oceanography reports, contact deep sea divers, try and find someone with a submarine or equipment that can search the bottom of the ocean to find her --- she literally would not be able to let it go.

misc wishlist stuffs 

ummm lowkey if anyone wants to adopt her as their token human 

let her ask a billion and one questions about history and what it was really like, seriously she’s bursting with the need to know All The Things

also!!!! teach her how to do things!! cook, speak languages, stitch wounds, do literally  a n y t h i n g  ,   she will be so freaking excited to learn 

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[reddie-fangirl24]

Abyss Part 1 (A Reddie/Abyss Crossover)

Note: For anyone who has not seen the ‘89 film The Abyss, this scene is based off on the climatic drowning scene in the film. I had to write this crossover with Reddie. I hope you enjoy! Part 2 will hopefully be posted within the week.

Splashing through the frigid Pacific waters flooding into their compact submarine, Eddie and Richie did whatever they could do to stop the immense leak from pouring into what was once their safe world from the dangers of the ocean.

“Deep Blue Sea to Base, come in! Do you read me?” Eddie sounded over the radio once more. “We are quickly taking on water! I repeat we are taking on water at an immense pace!”

“You really think they’re going to answer if you enhance your vocabulary?” Richie teased. It was mainly to lighten the mood. The frigid water searing against his bare skin felt like knives shooting into him. Those survivors from the Titanic weren’t exaggerating. 

Eddie sighed, ready to give in. “There’s no answer!”

“We’re flooding like a son of a bitch!” Richie announced stating the obvious. A foot of water already made its home inside the submarine.

“I’ve noticed,” Eddie noted with a sneer. Fortunately for Eddie, he couldn’t feel the freezing climate because of his wetsuit. He was well prepared for everything. 

As Richie studied the wall trying to find where the water was coming in, he nervously looked at Eddie who was also in a panic. Oh, he hated worrying him. The doctors had warned Eddie to take it easy right after his life-threatening injury. That was the whole reason why Eddie decided to begin a whole different career choice that Richie never knew about. That was one of the best things about reuniting and getting to be with Eddie. He had so much more to learn.

“I didn’t know those rocks were going to be around the corner!” He apologized to Eddie. 

His heart fell into the pit of his stomach. His latest screw up really messed everything up this time. For Eddie. He had everything he’d been searching for. The greatest job opportunity, along with studying with some of the greatest marine biologists and even viewing sights so glorious for one’s eyes. 

When Eddie had asked the Losers Club to come and witness a free open look at what his job was like, none of them could refuse, including Richie. Eddie loved his job so much that he wouldn’t be home until later at night, sometimes after Richie was finished with one of his performances. And that was late. 

Richie knew he should have just left Eddie alone instead of begging for him to take him along on his next adventure under the sea. He couldn’t help it. That’s what happened when you missed someone you loved. It wasn’t easy almost witnessing someone you love almost die in front of you.

“Neither did I, Rich,” Eddie responded, turning to look at him with this gigantic grin. He wasn’t at all bitter. Although Richie couldn’t tell if he was covering it all up just for his sake. “Nobody has explored these parts yet. We were first!” 

For a brief second, Eddie’s glimmering expression distracted Richie. That was also the reason for the accident. They were exploring a new and different world. Together.

Just then, a dozen electrical sparks shot out from the side of the sub, flying dangerously close to Richie. The lights flickered, and went out for good, leaving the lovers in darkness.

Immediately, Eddie picked up a flashlight and shined it on Richie. “Are you okay?” Eddie asked worriedly.

“Yeah, the stupid water must’ve fouled up the wires! I didn’t do anything!”

Eddie sighed and smiled tenderly at his love. “Rich, I don’t care about this fucking submarine. Just tell me how you are so I can breathe, please?”

Richie smiled warmly at the comment. It eased some of his tension. “Yeah. I’m okay. Are you?”

“Fine.”

More and more seawater poured into the submarine with no signs of stopping. Looking out the small ocular window Eddie squinted and caught sight of the rig. They were quite some distance away.

“You think they’d come after us?” Richie asked, his voice sounding unusually distressed.

“That’s what I’m trying to estimate! It’s sixty to seventy yards away. But it’s going to take them a while to find us!” Eddie stared into the back of the sub. The amount of water was increasing at a quicker pace than expected. The best option was to stop the flooding and fast.

“Do you see where it’s coming in from?” Eddie asked Richie, shining the light into the dim room, stepping into the back of the sub with Richie.

“Behind this panel!” Richie grunted trying to remove it. Unfortunately, the panel was glued to the wall and wouldn’t budge. Not only that but Richie was getting soaked from the splashing water. It was tough to see with water sloshing onto his glasses.

“I wonder if we have any tools to help remove it.” Eddie wondered. He shined his light all around and started walking into the wheel room again. Everything on the ground was already underwater. The most random thought came to Eddie’s mind. Were fish looking in on them right now? They were the abnormalities to them. 

An immense splash caught Eddie’s attention. Turning around, Richie had fallen back into the water completely soaking himself from head to toe. Luckily, his glasses didn’t fly off. He must have tried too hard to tare the panel off.

“Fuck!” Richie screamed, spitting out seawater. He punched the panel with his fist as if to punish it.

Eddie reached out placing a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. “Richie, stop! That never works and you know it! You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“‘K!” Richie responded bitterly, flipping his wet hair out of his face. Eddie finally noticed that Richie was shivering all over, and his teeth were even chattering. Not to mention, his hands were turning blue!

Putting the flashlight on a nearby shelf, Eddie took Richie’s hands and immediately rubbed them together creating friction. How could he forget that they were in waters below freezing?

“We need to get you out of here! Why on earth did you wear shorts?” Eddie scolded.

“Crashing into rocks and flooding the sub wasn’t on the list!”

“Then you should have at least accepted a wetsuit!”

“Your marine biologist group only supplied us with one scuba tank! I’m not the only one who should be reprimanded for bein’ unprepared!” Richie did make a point there. As smart as most of these scientists were they were quite aloof.

Eddie’s mind raced in a million different directions trying to come up with a plan. From the looks of it, they didn’t have much time. The sub was now flooded up to their waists and rising. Richie was shivering and shivering, continuing to swear under his breath. His breath was even starting to race. Not a good sign.

Shaking off the cold, Richie grabbed the nearby scuba tank and threw it around Eddie’s back. “You swim back to the rig!” he ordered.

Eddie refused it, lightly pushing it away, and shaking his head. “It’s at least an eight-minute swim each way! If I went then you’d be…” Eddie cut himself off. They both knew the dire consequences of what would happen. Richie’s throat closed up. Eddie had an exact idea of what memory Richie was thinking about. Reluctantly, Richie slowly nodded, accepting the fact.

“We have to figure something out together!” Eddie persuaded. 

Richie moved to hook Eddie into his scuba tank. “Let’s get you set first!”

Just then Eddie had an idea. He grabbed at the zipper holding his suit together. “No, you put this on!”

“No, keep it on!” Richie frustratingly implored, zipping Eddie back up. Now Eddie was going to be difficult?

“You’re a better swimmer!”

“And you’re not! You need this more than I do!” Richie argued. Eddie couldn’t argue with that. Swimming was not his forte. Well, it used to be when he was a kid. Deepwater swimming was a challenge for him after the injury. Most simple tasks were. Only part of his spine was hit much relief to the doctors who told him that he could have been paralyzed. Thank God, he didn’t. 

Without another struggle (which was impossible in Eddie’s case) Richie finally strapped the scuba tank over Eddie’s back. “We need to think of the most logical option right now and we’re running out of time!” Eddie urged. Their heads were close to touching the ceiling now.

“Eds, every idea p-people have come up with is crazy! There is no-no such thing as logic! F-Fuck logic!” Richie was so cold that he could hardly form words anymore.

“Then what do you propose we do!” Eddie shouted, his temper rising.

Richie shivered. He could hardly even think now. Then he stared darkly at the water, eerily quiet for a second, until meeting Eddie’s eyes. Eddie frowned, fearful of the fear etched in Richie’s blue eyes. In all the years Eddie had known Richie he never witnessed a look like that.

The next thing Eddie knew Richie took his hands, hugging them tightly. “L-Listen, listen, Eds,” Richie urged as gently as he could, trying to speak coherently. “Do you t-trust me?”

Those words. “Yes. Yes, of course, I do, Richie!”

“And I trust you,” Richie admitted earnestly. He then stared into his lover’s enamoring brown eyes and placed his cold hand on Eddie’s cheek. It was enough to make Eddie shiver. But he leaned into it, enjoying the gentle touch. “Y-You remember when you told me that story about h-how some guy was-was pulled out of the water after drowning? He wasn’t even breathing and had no pulse. But, paramedics brought him back to life. Do you r-remember how long that was?”

“Ten minutes,” Eddie responded, utterly confused.

“And it takes eight minutes to swim up to the rig!”

Eddie’s blood ran cold, finally understanding what Richie was getting at. He shook his head furiously. “No… no, no!”

“Yes! Yes, it’s our only option! I drown, you t-tow me back to the rig, and then you can revive me. R-Raise me from the dead!”

As insane as Richie’s plan sounded they were running out of options. Tears fell from Eddie’s eyes. This mission was only to explore ocean life. He wanted to go back to looking at all the fish and different creatures inhabiting the bottom of the ocean. And Richie marveling over the sights made him so happy. He just wanted to come along to see what his job was like. And then Eddie realized how little time he’d spent with his boyfriend lately, all because he loved his job wanting to spend more time researching and watching marine life. They’d only been together for not only two years.

Not only two years...

“Christ, Richie… this is insane…”

“Tell me about it!”

“What if…”

Richie cut Eddie off with a searing kiss easing their tension. Neither resisted the heated love. For all they knew it was possible that it was their last. 

In a split second, Richie grabbed Eddie’s helmet floating nearby and threw it over Eddie’s head. “You can do this, Eddie! You can do anything!” Richie encouraged, locking his helmet into place. The water surrounded all around Eddie’s head as he became a part of the water, ducking under the surface.

The last of Richie’s air was a tiny space. The poor man choked, coughing, and sputtering. His hands hit the ceiling, screaming from the frigid pain. Tears spilled down Eddie’s face feeling so helpless as he watched Richie thrashing about, struggling. Due to his soundproof helmet, Eddie could not hear any of Richie’s heart-wrenching screams.

“God, why did I think of this stupid fucking idea?!” Richie screamed, accusing himself for coming up with literally one of the worst ideas ever. Right when he was cut off from air, Richie ducked under the water, already struggling, unprepared to hold his breath.

Water was such a unique world from all the rest. No sound. Just a liquid world surrounding you. With no air. Eddie had a clear visual of Richie’s contoured, scared expression while all Richie could make out was a complete blur. That’s what his vision was like without his glasses. Though he could just make out Eddie’s brown eyes. 

Richie reached out, holding Eddie’s arms, practically squeezing the life out of him. Eddie held him back doing whatever he could do to comfort his boyfriend. Words lodged inside his throat, unable to say anything. What could he say?

Richie hugged Eddie feeling himself slowly succumbing to no oxygen. It hurt. How it hurt. This was going to be quite the story to tell. No, he didn’t want Eddie to know about this part. If he lived… God, if he lived he would make Eddie invent a machine to erase all memories that were nightmares.

Hold me, Eddie. I’m so scared!

Eddie felt Richie’s body convulse right under him until he noticed a string of bubbles.

And then… nothing.

[imjustthemechanic]

Natalie Jones and the Golden Ship

Part 1/? - A Meeting at the Palace Part 2/? - Curry Talk Part 3/? - Princess Sitamun Part 4/? - Not At Rest Part 5/? - Dead Men Tell no Tales Part 6/? - Sitamun Rises Again Part 7/? - The Curse of Madame Desrosiers Part 8/? - Sabotage at Guedelon Part 9/? - A Miracle Part 10/? - Desrosiers’ Elixir Part 11/? - Athens in October Part 12/? - The Man in Black Part 13/? - Mr. Neustadt Part 14/? - The Other Side of the Story Part 15/? - A Favour Part 16/? - A Knock on the Window Part 17/? - Sir Stephen and Buckeye Part 18/? - Books of Alchemy Part 19/? - The Answers Part 20/? - A Gift Left Behind Part 21/? - Santorini Part 22/? - What the Doves Found Part 23/? - A Thief in the Night Part 24/? - Healing Part 25/? - Newton’s Code Part 26/? - Montenegro Part 27/? - The Lost Relic Part 28/? - The Homunculinus Part 29/? - The End is Near Part 30/? - The Face of Evil Part 31/? - The Morning After Part 32/? - Next Stop Part 33/? - A Sighting in Messina Part 34/? - Taormina Part 35/? - Burning Part 36/? - Recovery Part 37/? - Pilgrimage to Vesuvius Part 38/? - The Scent of Hell Part 39/? - She’ll be Coming Down the Mountain

We’re chasing Desrosiers again.

Jim pulled his t-shirt up over his face and crept down to the lower edge of the crack.  With one foot, he broke some of the crystal flowers, then coughed and gagged when the stink of sulfur filled the air.  Once it cleared, he squatted down and peered into the darkness of the fissure for a moment. Then he straightened up and waved to the others.

“I think it’s okay!” he called.  “It’s warm, but not too hot.  Just be careful of the crystals.”

The others began to let themselves down.  Sharon and Natasha went first, and the rest of them formed a sort of human chain, holding hands up to the slope to where Sir Stephen, the strongest, acted as anchor point.  Nat let go of Sharon’s hand at the bottom, and let Jim help the rest of them down while Nat squatted at the edge of the cleft to see for herself.

Nothing but darkness was visible within, and no noxious vapors were rising out. The heat felt like an oven that had been turned off and was cooling, rather than one that was still on and blasting out heat.  Nat felt a bead of sweat roll down the middle of her back, but it was no worse than the heat of the full sun in Athens.

Clint came and got down on one knee next to Natasha.  “What do you think?” he asked.

“You still got that fishhook arrow?” she asked.

He pulled it out.

“Great,” said Nat.  “Hook it through the back of my t-shirt and let it unreel.  Then I can follow it back if I get lost.”

“And to think, you guys said I’d never use it!” said Clint.

With Clint’s fishline to be her thread out of the labyrinth, Nat turned on a flashlight and climbed into the fissure.  The blue-white LEDs illuminated weird, sharp shapes in the walls, formed by the folded lava.  In places it flinted off charcoal from long-buried trees.  In front of her was a steep slope heading down into the heart of the mountain, but the foamlike structure of the rocks was very rough, so that she didn’t have trouble keeping her footing.  Her main worry was cutting her hands and feet on the sharp rocks, or burning them on something that was still hot.

As she descended it got darker and darker, until the flashlight beam was the only illumination in total blackness.  This wasn’t safe, she thought.  There were too many unknowns.  Anything or anyone could be waiting in the dark.  The fishline could break on the rocks, leaving her lost and stranded.  Even girls from the Red Room had to weigh up the odds of success or failure in a situation like this.  A normal person would never have come down here in the first place.  It was time to go back.

Nat made it halfway, then slipped and fell and had to grab at the rocks. As she’d expected, this was painful, and the stoned dug into the flesh on her palms and knees.  Biting back the pain, she climbed the rest of the way on all fours and emerged, panting, back into the sunshine.  After the claustrophobic warmth inside the fissure, the cool outside air was a great relief.

“Are you o… your hand!” exclaimed Sharon.

Nat looked down.  Her knees were bloody from crawling on the rocks, as was her left hand.  The right one, however, the one that Newton had burned away and Jim had grown back – it was fine.

“Sharp rocks,” she said.  “The tunnel goes way inside the mountain.  It could come out anywhere.  We’d need proper caving equipment to really explore it.  I’m sure they’ve got something in there, though,” she added.  “Newton’s obsessed with the variations on his name.  He would think Naples is the only place for him to fulfill his destiny or whatever.  The New City.”  She paused as another piece clicked.  “Have any of you read the Greek New Testament?  Is what’s left after judgment day called God’s kingdom?  Or God’s city?  Because the New City…”

“Aw, man, this is making my head hurt,” Clint complained.

“A volcano has a channel that goes way inside the Earth,” Natasha went on, as things once again fell together.  “If you really wanted to blow a hole in the planet, to do something that would absolutely bring about the end of the world as we know it… deep down on a fault line would be the place to do it.  You’d end up with something akin to an asteroid impact, throwing dust and ash into the air to block out the sun.  A mass extinction.”

They wouldn’t have known that was possible in Newton’s time, when the best theory about the origin of life on Earth had been that God created it in seven days.  The Book of Revelation may have told Newton what the Anti-Christ was supposed to do, but modern science had told him how to do it.

“Desrosiers will stop him, though, won’t she?” asked Sharon.  “He must have told her that he only wants to make gold.  If he tries to do anything more, she’ll object, right?”

“She’s got the notebooks and everything,” Sam agreed.  “She’ll figure it out.”

She probably would. Desrosiers was the one who had told them that nobody wanted to die.  Even Newton didn’t really want to die.  He thought that by killing everybody else he could ensure his own immortality.  At the same time, when Nat looked around she could tell that not one of them was actually willing to just trust Desrosiers to take care of things. The only way to be sure was to take care of it themselves.

“We must find her again,” Sir Stephen said.

How would they do that? Finding her on Sicily had been very difficult and even then, they’d only succeeded because she’d wanted to be found. How would they find her when she was deliberately avoiding them?

“We know she likes swanky hotels,” said Sam.

“That’s true,” Nat agreed.  At Guedelon, she hadn’t been staying in the tents and bunkhouses with the workers. She’d had a nice RV.  She’d had a nice room in Athens, she’d been at one of the best hotels in Taormina.  She’d be somewhere with a pool and twenty-four hour room service.  “What’s the nicest place in Naples?”

They scrambled back down the mountainside, looking for a train station.  The Circumvesuviana Railway would be the quickest way back to Naples.  It was dark, and they were all sweaty and exhausted, by the time they reached the stop at Ercolano.  Luckily the station was offering water and wi-fi, and they were able to do a search for the most expensive places to stay in the city.  As they waited for the train, Nat called all of them, one by one.

“Bonjour,” she said, when the clerks picked up.  “I am looking to speak to Madame Helene Desrosiers.” They had no evidence she was still traveling under that name, but they didn’t know what other ones she might use. “I am told she is a guest with you, but I don’t know the room.  It’s very urgent.  Her daughter in France has been in an accident.”

The first two hotels she contacted apologized, but said they had no guest under that name.  On the third call, she hit pay dirt.

“I’m sorry, Madame,” the clerk replied.  “Signora Desrosiers has already checked out.  Her ship is departing tonight.”

“Her ship?” Nat asked. There had been a cruise ship in the harbor earlier… was Desrosiers leaving on that?  Had she already realized Newton was up to no good and abandoned him?  But if so, why was she simply leaving instead of trying to talk him out of the end of the world?  Maybe she’d taken the notebooks with her, or something else.  Something he wouldn’t notice was missing until he went to get the reactor started.  There was only one way to find out.

“Which ship?” she asked.

“I do not know, Madame. There are two in port right now.”

“I’ll see if I can catch up with her there.”  She disconnected and told the others, “she’s gotten on a ship.”

“Why?” asked Sam.

“We’ll ask her,” Nat promised.

They caught the train back to Naples, and reached the train station to find that the cruise ship they’d seen there earlier had already departed.  When they checked the timetables, they saw that it had been gone for several hours, and a bit of quick math told them it had put out to sea well before they’d seen the two figures on the volcano.  Desrosiers couldn’t be on that one.  Two others, however, had since arrived: the Pearl Princess and their old friend, the Scorpio II.

“I knew it was following us,” Clint declared.

Nat recalled something they’d read in one of Newton’s notebooks – something Newton himself had later referenced.  “Scorpio is supposed to be poison to the philosopher’s stone,” she said.  “Is it a coincidence, or did Newton deliberately put her on that ship?”

“Do we care?” asked Jim.

“Not really,” said Nat. “The only thing we care about is how we get on board.”

Sir Stephen frowned, watching the people coming and going on the docks.  It must have been nearly time for the Scorpio II to depart, because there was quite a lineup waiting to board.  Crew members were checking ID.  They weren’t going to be able to get on board that way.

Nat didn’t consider that a problem.  During her career as a spy, she’d stowed away on board airplanes, submarines, trains, and semi trucks.  She’d infiltrated banks, museums, shops, drug repositories, and police stations.  A cruise ship ought to be easy – every window and door on the entire ship was a possible way in.  They just had to pick one.

It couldn’t be anything on the side of the ship that faced into the port, of course, because they would be seen by hundreds of people.  There would be slightly fewer watching eyes if they went in at the stern, but still too many.  That meant they had to go around the starboard side, the one that faced out into the bay.

The first step to that was stealing a boat.  Naples was a holiday destination, so there were several private yachts moored in marinas all up and down the bay.  The group boarded one of these while the owners were eating a late dinner at a restaurant, and took it to the Scorpio II.  They approached from behind, figuring it was less likely anyone on board would see them from there.  The bottom few rows of cabin windows, likely to be splashed in rough seas, did not open. Higher up, there were staterooms with balconies.

“This is not a ship,” said Sir Stephen in awe, as they brought the little yacht alongside the towering vessel.  “This is a cathedral!  This is a dozen cathedrals!”

“It’s a palace,” said Nat.  “That’s the whole point.”  She studied the rows of balconies.  “We’ll take the lowest entrance we can, because that minimizes the risk of anyone seeing us climb past… that one there doesn’t have any chairs on it.”  She pointed to one on the corner on the starboard side.  “That probably means nobody’s staying there… they wouldn’t waste balcony chairs on an empty stateroom.”  She hoped.

“This is gonna require something bigger than a fishhook,” Clint said critically.

“You wouldn’t just happen to have anything, would you?” Nat asked.

His serious expression switched immediately to a bright smile as he pulled out another arrow. This one looked normal until he pressed a button, and four metal spines sprang out of the sides of the shaft.

“Grappling hook arrow do?” he asked.

“Grappling hook arrow sounds perfect,” Nat agreed.

[hexterah]

(This mix was originally posted on LJ in February of 2008. I’m putting all my old fanmixes online w/ the info here! :D)

IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED THE FIRST BIOSHOCK, THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THIS FANMIX (just a warning XD)

1960. Your name is Jack. You're the only survivor in a plane crash in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Surprisingly, you find yourself near a curious tower jutting out of the water. You wade over, climb inside and find yourself in a sprawling underwater city, complete with clubs, apartments, factories and leaks. What was this place created for? Who created it? Why? How? It's a technical marvel, why hasn't it been all over the news? These are the questions you are searching for answers to, until more questions materialize, that is. Such as "Who is Atlas and why am I helping him?", "Why is my hand seething fire, insects and electricity?", "Why are these gigantic robots suddenly out for my head?" and "Oh dear god, why is that little girl chugging the red fluid she just needled out of that corpse?" Society here has collapsed, the people have gone absolutely out of their minds, everyone is jacked up on plasmids and now you're stuck in the middle of it. Welcome to Rapture.

Fanmix on Playmoss!: https://playmoss.com/en/hexterah/playlist/would-you-kindly-a-bioshock-fanmix (a couple of the songs won’t play on PM cause of the companies that have their music blocked -- they can be found on the actual youtube site though, if you wanted to hunt down the songs under the cut that the playlist skips~) 

bobby darin .. BEYOND THE SEA ... it's far beyond the stars it's near beyond the moon I know beyond a doubt my heart will lead me there soon ...

[ Take the bathysphere on down to your hometown. ]

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Ignore the lies of Atlas and his parasites. Rapture is on the rise.

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shiny toy guns .. STARTS WITH ONE ... only three i can’t seem to get enough anyway i can’t speak nothing to say anyway let’s show them the only way let’s show them our hearts ...

[ Don't mind the leaks or the bodies. Just watch your step. ] ................ Andrew Ryan asks you a simple question: are you a man or a slave? ................ temposhark f. imogen heap .. NOT THAT BIG ... I can cut my heart out just like you do and I can suck the life out of it just like you do i'm gonna pick myself up and pull myself together; never revel in recovery mode for when commitment is a dirty word you can't afford to ever slip or let down your guard ...

[ It might feel a little funny with the first injection, Jack. Just a little. ]

................ The Little Sisters Orphanage: In troubled times, give your little girl the life that she deserves. Boarding and education free of charge! After all, children ARE the future of Rapture. ................ the cure .. LULLABY ... on candystripe legs the spiderman comes softly through the shadow of the evening sun stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead looking for the victim shivering in bed searching out fear in the gathering gloom ...

[ Andrew Ryan is your God among Men. ] ................ Approaching a Little Sister is a criminal offense. Do not approach the Little Sisters. ................ gerard mcmann .. CRY LITTLE SISTER ... cry little sister (thou shall not fall) come to your brother (thou shall not die) unchain me sister (thou shall not fear) love is with your brother (thou shall not kill) ...

[ It's up to you, Jack, whether they're rescued or harvested, which means it's up to you whether the big brother in their chemically-enhanced fucked-up-beyond-repair family saves them or kills them and takes all the spoils as his own. ]

................ We all have bills to pay, and the temptation to break curfew to make a little extra ADAM is forgivable. Breaking the curfew is not. Stay on the level, and out of trouble. ................ three days grace .. NEVER TOO LATE ... no one will ever see this side reflected and if there's something wrong who would have guessed it and I have left alone everything that I own to make you feel like it's not too late it's never too late ...

[ People forget that the Big Daddies were once human too. ] ................ The smuggler is the friend of the parasite. It is your duty to report the smuggler. ................ radiohead .. ALL I NEED ... I am the next act waiting in the wings I am an animal trapped in your hot car I am all the days that you choose to ignore you are all I need you are all I need I am in the middle of your picture lying in the reeds ...

[ "Plasmids changed everything. They destroyed our bodies, our minds. We couldn't handle it. Best friends butchering one another, babies strangled in cribs. The whole city went to hell." ] ................ Rumor is the tool of the parasite. Fontaine is dead; Rapture lives. ................ videodrone .. ALONE WITH 20 BUCKS ... living, barely surviving freebasing life till its end divided soulless vices death before life could begin evil dollar bills, life stood still a tumor removed from your brain prescription refilled, a cure for my ill blood stains painted over again you tell me how to think you tell me how to feel cause I want to know what is real is anyone real? ...

[ If Ryan is Rapture's God, then Fontaine is his Lucifer. Once smiled upon for his actions, he's now Ryan's most prominent enemy. ] ................ Attention: A new curfew will be enacted on Thursday. Citizens found in violation will be relocated to Apollo Square. ................ dave gahan .. A LITTLE LIE ... I walk alone and you know I've never felt at home I'm so hard to please and I have everything I need ...

[ "Me family's in a submarine hidden in the foundation of Fontaine Fisheries. I'll meet you there." -- You'd better get used to being lied to, Jack. ] ................ Wanting an item from the surface is forgivable. Buying or smuggling one into Rapture is not. Stay on the level, and out of trouble. ................ joydrop .. BREAKDOWN ... and all the days you pushed around and all the times you lied to yourself and all the dreams we had just might breakdown ...

[ She seems to be the only one with a conscience on this sinking heap of metal. She also acts as yours. Listen to her. ] ................ Andrew Ryan reminds us: we all make choices, but, in the end, our choices make us. ................ kate bush .. EXPERIMENT IV ... they told us all they wanted Was a sound that could kill someone from a distance So we go ahead and the meters are over in the red It's a mistake in the making ...

[ Nothing holds back the experiments in Rapture. And nothing is saved from them. Plants, animals, children -- all up for grabs. ] ................ Wallet a little light? At Surgical Savings we'll happily work out an affordable payment plan for any major procedure. Potentially terminal illnesses won't wait until payday. Should you? ................ coheed & cambria .. THE HOUND (OF BLOOD AND RANK) ... come on, you've got to give it to me as though you want it too come on and set me free i'll dig it till we've made your grave oh, you've been a bad, bad boy i'll cut it 'til I carve it out and stick it in a sad, sad song why the bother, you're no brother you’re the wrong I need boy, we all found an audience while you found the worst of me ...

[ The body is a terrible thing to waste. So says the artist. One does the cutting and the carving and the other does the sculpting and the performing and they're two sides of one horribly twisted and beautiful coin. ] ................ Attention: Any public congregation of more than four persons is considered an actionable offense. ................ frou frou .. PSYCHOBABBLE ... do just what I tell you and no one will get hurt don't come any closer cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two make no sudden movements and no one will get hurt you're not coming over if you know what's good for me why would I be leaving you? ...

[ Andrew Ryan has a way with women, yes? Well, he also has a way with his children. A man chooses, a slave obeys. ] ................ The bottom of the ocean is our home, but it can also be a dangerous place. Any leak is a bad leak. Report any unexplained water promptly to the Central Council. ................ the birthday massacre .. PLAY DEAD ... thinking hurts and thoughts don't rhyme to those of us who've never tried to find a face behind our lipstick smiles and as our pretty faces die our plastic hearts will wonder why the make-up just won't hide the scars of time ...

[ "Now, would you kindly find a crowbar or something? Bloody splicers sealed Johnny in before they ... goddamn splicers." -- They were the citizens of this once thriving metropolis. Now they've been reduced to babbling, deformed maniacs who are only out for another high. ] ................ We all move the Great Chain, and the Great Chain moves us all. ................ moving units .. THE KIDS OF ORANGE COUNTY ... a suburban tease you can see their dirty knees you can see them bounce off a wall like a racquet hits a ball but they always come back again a Jamaican breeze you can smell the anti-freeze you can see the world is a maze when you're young and you're free to be anything you wanted to be ...

[ It's all about class, dollface, and you don't fit in! Parasite! ] ................ The parasite hates three things: free markets, free will, and free men. ................ brand new .. WELCOME TO BANGKOK [ instrumental ]

[ "Don't know what I was thinkin'. Never spliced up once the whole time I was down here in this aquarium. Figured it was bad to mix business with pleasure, but WHOOO! Forget all the nose candy and floor polish I been wastin' time with! THIS stuff is the mothers milk!" ] ................ "That's just the Plasmid Blues, Mary. You just need to slow down a bit on the splicing. Before you know it, you'll be as right as rain. Remember, a smart splicer is a happy splicer." ................ ambo .. BLUEBIRD ... and the sun was brilliant too ...

[ Maybe one day you'll see the sun again, Jack. ]