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RaptureHe always had hated traversing this area during the night. It always put him on edge. He wasn't sure why, during the day, it was your run of the mill underwater apartment complex, but when things got slightly darker outside, that was when Mercury Suites turned sinister. Of course, to any outsider, the fact this young man could tell the time of day, let alone while residing in an underwater apartment complex, it would have been to fanciful to believe.
April 17th, 1973
April 17th, 1973
But this place, this city, this....hell, seemed to transcend all natural laws of planet Earth. A city wasn't meant to be at the bottom of the ocean, but it was. The people here should've been long gone, but they weren't. The once shining example of gluttonous self interest had fallen in varying levels of disrepair and decay. There were cracks in the glass, water leaked in the city in many areas, the living areas were disheveled and decrepit. By all means, Rapture was nothing more than a product of a bygone era, left to rot at the bottom of the frigid North Atlantic
However, three years earlier, in 1970, something happened. Something had happened that hadn't occurred in years, perhaps decades.
An outsider found Rapture. Joshua Ryan was the man's name to be exact. He had shown up in the waterlogged city, claiming to be the rightful to Rapture. He was supposedly the nephew of Andrew Ryan, the last surviving member of the Ryan family.
Tyson smirked to himself as he stood his feet, a bit wobbly after taking a short nap, one couldn't really blame him, could one? He had spent most of the day scavenging and fighting off other Scavs. He sighed to himself as he felt his wound, on the right side of his body, a bullet wound, just above his thigh. It hurt like hell, but would live. He shook those thoughts from his mind as he remembered why he was even over here in the first place.
He picked up his oversized revolver and took a few steps towards the exit, he looked into a shattered mirror. His deformed face disgusting him. He slide the rabbit mask down onto his face, quietly repeating a mantra he knew all to well
"I may be a splicer, but I am no monster."