Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170315012550/@comment-27661770-20170318024552

(A Splicer CAN be evil. However, they're not villainous. Think Outlast-evil: insane, and trying to get a fix of something maybe, but they were once normal and have a warped view.

Besides, in Bioshock 2 the Splicers start to see through the cracks of their madness.

And no, Sinclair is not evil. Machiavellianist, but not evil.

Unless Sofia Lamb forces his body to be. He's got a mind that will not HURT another man. Nothing about helping them unless it benefits himself.)

...1969

The Ruins of Rapture

Remains of Ryan Amusements...

A lone Splicer was walking around. Shaken. Disturbed. Scared to death he was next.

"...fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Need t' find a healthj station. I might be the big dog, but there ain't no pack to lead. You don't become fucking king of the hill if there's nobody to worship ya..."

The insane businessman had to put aside his ADAM fix.

The dim flicker of a plus sign told him to hurry.

"YES! Come on, I'm bleedin' here..."

He fumbled with his money, until the machine took it and expended healing.

"...ohhhhhhhhhh... that was a breat hpof fucking life..."

He then remembered.

The city had sank.

Meaning breath was not going to last forever.

"SHIT. Gotta get to the SURFACE! Fuck the ADAM, fuck the EVE, fuck it all to hell! Bein' a livin' poor guy is better than bein' a rich dead one!"

His realization was already healing his shattered psyche.

Meanwhile, in the ruins of Pauper's Drop...

Grace Holloway's residence was empty. Leaking. Running out of air.

A man stumbled out of a Vita-Chamber, gasping for air.

"...wha... whuh... what the... aw, hell. Gotta... gotta pay Grace a visit. Maybe she has a way out..."