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                                    New Dawn "I'm stepping inside the ballast tank Father. Come up to the glass once you're ready for me to begin. There's no going back once we start." Delta responded by throwing out a mini-turret on the left steps leading up to the Main Docking Platform; its inner mechanisms hissing and churning mid air as the hydraulic systems pumped out three pint sized prongs and an orbular oculus poked its head out of its double reinforced seal. Steam

Rapture… A city where freedom was guaranteed with nothing more than a signature.  A city far from the shores of the democracy that I had grown up in, a place where utopia would reign and the thoughts of responsibilities and fear would be nothing more than distant memories. That was years ago.   Today, Rapture is nothing more than a festering, rotting corpse underneath the ocean, where the citizens run rampant and addicted to ADAM to the point they'd kill for it. Whatever happened to my vision…? My vision was to create a world where one would happy; instead, I unintentionally created a mad world the likes of which are unrivaled