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(OOC Note: I guess I forgot to tag you, cuz I said in the main thread that I wasnt playing Dio-- I was replacing Dio with Bubba. So, this isnt a duo)
@Atomyk @TheColourlessRainbow
Big Daddy Prologue
-|| Sinking Sea, Falling Sky || -
*skrttttch*
"I am Andrew Ryan."
...and I'm here to ask you a question."
"Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?"
"'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.'"
"'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.'"
"'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.'"
"I rejected those answers."
"Instead, I chose something different."
"I chose the impossible."
"I chose..."
"RAPTUR--"*BWOOOOOOOOOOM*
Another laser came barreling through the water, defying the petty laws of physics that bind such weapons of mass destruction to the earth and sky-- and not the sea. The shimmery red ray of death came like a lance, piercing through the erroded structures of a mad millionaire and turning the ruin of Rapture into nothing but dust.
The source of the laser was..
That thing.
The world above was already being rendered to ash and fire, as the Reapers came with sudden force and swiftness. This is not the only Earth that has been invaded by the Reapers, but it may be one of the easiest ones to eradicate and destroy. Unlike the Earth that Commander Shepard fought for, which was enhanced and far beyond the realm of technology, this Earth is...in 1960. Before the advent of any notable military technology that could even make the Reapers giggle condescendingly.
A couple Destroyer-class reapers were enough to wipe out an entire continent at this time. This world is beyond saving, but as the harvest cycle goes-- ALL sentient life must be eradicated.
Even those that built a city underwater.
Another booming horn resounded from the metallic titan, heard by all that still inhabited Rapture. A single destroyer-class reaper was needed to eradicated anyone that still lived within these ruins. The dead city was alive with panic and chaos, as splicers ran about trying to gather as much ADAM as they could and high-tail it out of the city. The ones that still had some resemblance of thought, anyway. Some splicers simply ignored the Reaper and continued hunting for the sweet red substance that they oh-so desire. They would meet a quick watery death soon enough.
A pair of mask-bearing splicers stood within the Bathysphere Station, just about ready to get the hell outta dodge.
"C'MON! LETS GO, WE AINT GOT TIME TO LOOK ANYMORE!"
"B-but, I-I need just-t one.."
"DEY'S ALL DEAD, WE NEEDA GO!"
"I n-need...one of th-those lil' shits..before I die!"
"BAH! FORGET YO--"
"THERE!"
The two grotesque beings motioned their mutated faces around the corner, listening to the eery tune of a little girl skipping happily down a hallway. The soft voice was humming a tune in..a tired and slurred manner. Both of the splicers looked to each other briefly before snickering with malice and getting into an ambush position as the Little Sister approached the corner.
"I hope they aren't leaving on the field trip without me.." the Little Sister mused with her distorted, sickly voice. Her eyes glowed an unnatural orange tint, her skin completely grey and devoid of any color. A faint orange glow resonated from her tummy, underneath the ragged and dirty pink and blue dress she wore. She hummed for a few more, finally reaching the corner.
"HA!"
The two splicers pounced from their positions, bringing out a surprised shriek from the child. Before she could scamper away, the two men of greater strength managed to grip her feet and keep her held down. Of course, this isn't anything rule-breaking as the two splicers seemed to have the full intent of killing her rather than, well, you know.
"LET GO! LET GO!" the sister shrieked once more, trying to squirm out of the grip. One of the splicers let out a demented laugh "N-now, we ain't gonna h-hurt ya...j-just-t bring th-that ADAM here..".
The splicer proceeded to lift the girl into the air, producing a surgical saw from his pockets. The rusted, blood stained saw blade began to inch ever closer to the orange glow of the sisters tummy, the laughter of the splicer growing more and more devilish. The other one was turned around and looking behind his comrade. His mouth hung open.
"ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Unfortunately, it appears you cannot harvest ADAM correctly when a gargantuan drill was piercing your abdomen. The splicer looked down in absolute horror, blood beginning to spill from his wide-open mouth. The sister managed to free herself from the beings hand. The drill suddenly began to spin-- its mechanical roar substituted with the sounds of ribcage snapping and tissue tearing and ripping, and the horrified screams of the splicer. Lifted into the air like a ragdoll, the splicer was suddenly flung from the drill-- pieces of cracked bone, flesh and drips of blood gracefully soaring through the air as the scum slammed firm against a metal wall and crumpled to the floor-- eyes glazed over and dead.
Guess who's back.
Back again.
Bubba's back.
Tell a friend.
The Big Daddy stood there in silence, staring down the opponent. On him was...a number of Little Sisters, actually. At least a handful of children orbited around the hulking figure, either riding on his backside or fearfully hiding behind one of his legs. The Little Sister that was about to be sawed open quickly joined the congregation, running to the Big Daddy's side. The splicer was too afraid to even try and stop her.
The splicer quickly regained composure and faced the beast, smiling. "H-hey, your..one of the nice ones, right? I know. Your one of the ones that...help out...everyone? Listen, if you help me outta h--MMGGFGHF"
His sentence was cut short as Bubba rushed forward and gripped the puny mans head with his own gargantuan hand. The hand almost completely enveloped the head of the splicer, whom gripped his hand and attempted to escape, struggling.
". . . ... .. . N . . . O . .. . .. .T. .. .."
*CRACK*
All it took was one swift twist of the thumb. The splicers neck made a sick crack noise-- and his entire body immediately went limp and lifeless. The big daddy tossed the corpse aside, causing it to appropriately crumple next to the gushing corpse of his drilled friend. The little sisters began clapping and cheering for Mr. Bubbles, whom remained silent.
It's been years.
Bubba has changed.
The hulking figure slowly turned its body and stared out the window for a good moment, at the black shadow of the Destroyer-class reaper. It didn't seem to notice them just yet, which is good. Deciding now was the best time to move, Bubba rushed into action and began stomping towards the Bathyspheres; his quarry of little sisters trotting after him like ducklings. Swiftly tearing open one of the doors on the Bathysphere, Bubba looked around once more and began to group the Little Sisters up.
Like the children they were, they began to complain.
"Are we leaving, Mr. Bubbles?"
"What! I dont wanna go!"
"My feet hurt!"
"I'm hungry."
"Can we go back, pretty please? We missed some angels, Mr. Bubbles!"
"Where are we going??"
Dad life.
Bubba let out a stern, commanding groan-- motioning his drill-arm towards the Bathysphere. His portholes gleamed red for a good moment, obviously indicating that he meant business. The little sisters looked to each other for a moment and began to skip into the Sphere, climbing in one by one. Bubba would help up some of the shorter ones. Once the device was filled up with children, the big daddy gripped the door and began to close it..
Until one of the sisters suddenly spoke up.
"Mr. Bubbles, get in, we're leaving!"
Bubba remained silent.
"..Mr. Bubbles? Are you coming?" asked another one.
Bubba remained silent.
"Mr. Bubbles.." they all looked to the big daddy now, with their confused faces.
Bubba did not look back. He simply shut the door on the Little Sisters and slammed the button. The button broke, but the sphere began to whine and groan as it prepared to leave.
The little sisters stared through the window of the door...their faces were sad and confused..but soon turned into that of horror.
The same face Splicers make before they become angels.
Bubba looked confused and turned around..
A red light was piercing through the water, approaching extremely quickly.
". . .. .. s . .. . t . .. .. o . . ."
And everything became white.
@TheColourlessRainbow @Atomyk @EVERYONE
@Atomyk @TheColourlessRainbow
Big Daddy Prologue
-|| Sinking Sea, Falling Sky || -
*skrttttch*
"I am Andrew Ryan."
...and I'm here to ask you a question."
"Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?"
"'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.'"
"'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.'"
"'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.'"
"I rejected those answers."
"Instead, I chose something different."
"I chose the impossible."
"I chose..."
"RAPTUR--"*BWOOOOOOOOOOM*
Another laser came barreling through the water, defying the petty laws of physics that bind such weapons of mass destruction to the earth and sky-- and not the sea. The shimmery red ray of death came like a lance, piercing through the erroded structures of a mad millionaire and turning the ruin of Rapture into nothing but dust.
The source of the laser was..
That thing.
The world above was already being rendered to ash and fire, as the Reapers came with sudden force and swiftness. This is not the only Earth that has been invaded by the Reapers, but it may be one of the easiest ones to eradicate and destroy. Unlike the Earth that Commander Shepard fought for, which was enhanced and far beyond the realm of technology, this Earth is...in 1960. Before the advent of any notable military technology that could even make the Reapers giggle condescendingly.
A couple Destroyer-class reapers were enough to wipe out an entire continent at this time. This world is beyond saving, but as the harvest cycle goes-- ALL sentient life must be eradicated.
Even those that built a city underwater.
Another booming horn resounded from the metallic titan, heard by all that still inhabited Rapture. A single destroyer-class reaper was needed to eradicated anyone that still lived within these ruins. The dead city was alive with panic and chaos, as splicers ran about trying to gather as much ADAM as they could and high-tail it out of the city. The ones that still had some resemblance of thought, anyway. Some splicers simply ignored the Reaper and continued hunting for the sweet red substance that they oh-so desire. They would meet a quick watery death soon enough.
A pair of mask-bearing splicers stood within the Bathysphere Station, just about ready to get the hell outta dodge.
"C'MON! LETS GO, WE AINT GOT TIME TO LOOK ANYMORE!"
"B-but, I-I need just-t one.."
"DEY'S ALL DEAD, WE NEEDA GO!"
"I n-need...one of th-those lil' shits..before I die!"
"BAH! FORGET YO--"
"THERE!"
The two grotesque beings motioned their mutated faces around the corner, listening to the eery tune of a little girl skipping happily down a hallway. The soft voice was humming a tune in..a tired and slurred manner. Both of the splicers looked to each other briefly before snickering with malice and getting into an ambush position as the Little Sister approached the corner.
"I hope they aren't leaving on the field trip without me.." the Little Sister mused with her distorted, sickly voice. Her eyes glowed an unnatural orange tint, her skin completely grey and devoid of any color. A faint orange glow resonated from her tummy, underneath the ragged and dirty pink and blue dress she wore. She hummed for a few more, finally reaching the corner.
"HA!"
The two splicers pounced from their positions, bringing out a surprised shriek from the child. Before she could scamper away, the two men of greater strength managed to grip her feet and keep her held down. Of course, this isn't anything rule-breaking as the two splicers seemed to have the full intent of killing her rather than, well, you know.
"LET GO! LET GO!" the sister shrieked once more, trying to squirm out of the grip. One of the splicers let out a demented laugh "N-now, we ain't gonna h-hurt ya...j-just-t bring th-that ADAM here..".
The splicer proceeded to lift the girl into the air, producing a surgical saw from his pockets. The rusted, blood stained saw blade began to inch ever closer to the orange glow of the sisters tummy, the laughter of the splicer growing more and more devilish. The other one was turned around and looking behind his comrade. His mouth hung open.
"ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Unfortunately, it appears you cannot harvest ADAM correctly when a gargantuan drill was piercing your abdomen. The splicer looked down in absolute horror, blood beginning to spill from his wide-open mouth. The sister managed to free herself from the beings hand. The drill suddenly began to spin-- its mechanical roar substituted with the sounds of ribcage snapping and tissue tearing and ripping, and the horrified screams of the splicer. Lifted into the air like a ragdoll, the splicer was suddenly flung from the drill-- pieces of cracked bone, flesh and drips of blood gracefully soaring through the air as the scum slammed firm against a metal wall and crumpled to the floor-- eyes glazed over and dead.
Guess who's back.
Back again.
Bubba's back.
Tell a friend.
The Big Daddy stood there in silence, staring down the opponent. On him was...a number of Little Sisters, actually. At least a handful of children orbited around the hulking figure, either riding on his backside or fearfully hiding behind one of his legs. The Little Sister that was about to be sawed open quickly joined the congregation, running to the Big Daddy's side. The splicer was too afraid to even try and stop her.
The splicer quickly regained composure and faced the beast, smiling. "H-hey, your..one of the nice ones, right? I know. Your one of the ones that...help out...everyone? Listen, if you help me outta h--MMGGFGHF"
His sentence was cut short as Bubba rushed forward and gripped the puny mans head with his own gargantuan hand. The hand almost completely enveloped the head of the splicer, whom gripped his hand and attempted to escape, struggling.
". . . ... .. . N . . . O . .. . .. .T. .. .."
*CRACK*
All it took was one swift twist of the thumb. The splicers neck made a sick crack noise-- and his entire body immediately went limp and lifeless. The big daddy tossed the corpse aside, causing it to appropriately crumple next to the gushing corpse of his drilled friend. The little sisters began clapping and cheering for Mr. Bubbles, whom remained silent.
It's been years.
Bubba has changed.
The hulking figure slowly turned its body and stared out the window for a good moment, at the black shadow of the Destroyer-class reaper. It didn't seem to notice them just yet, which is good. Deciding now was the best time to move, Bubba rushed into action and began stomping towards the Bathyspheres; his quarry of little sisters trotting after him like ducklings. Swiftly tearing open one of the doors on the Bathysphere, Bubba looked around once more and began to group the Little Sisters up.
Like the children they were, they began to complain.
"Are we leaving, Mr. Bubbles?"
"What! I dont wanna go!"
"My feet hurt!"
"I'm hungry."
"Can we go back, pretty please? We missed some angels, Mr. Bubbles!"
"Where are we going??"
Dad life.
Bubba let out a stern, commanding groan-- motioning his drill-arm towards the Bathysphere. His portholes gleamed red for a good moment, obviously indicating that he meant business. The little sisters looked to each other for a moment and began to skip into the Sphere, climbing in one by one. Bubba would help up some of the shorter ones. Once the device was filled up with children, the big daddy gripped the door and began to close it..
Until one of the sisters suddenly spoke up.
"Mr. Bubbles, get in, we're leaving!"
Bubba remained silent.
"..Mr. Bubbles? Are you coming?" asked another one.
Bubba remained silent.
"Mr. Bubbles.." they all looked to the big daddy now, with their confused faces.
Bubba did not look back. He simply shut the door on the Little Sisters and slammed the button. The button broke, but the sphere began to whine and groan as it prepared to leave.
The little sisters stared through the window of the door...their faces were sad and confused..but soon turned into that of horror.
The same face Splicers make before they become angels.
Bubba looked confused and turned around..
A red light was piercing through the water, approaching extremely quickly.
". . .. .. s . .. . t . .. .. o . . ."
And everything became white.
@TheColourlessRainbow @Atomyk @EVERYONE
