bioshock · rapture · 1940s · horror · survival · plasmids · dystopia · art deco · underwater
Salt spray mists the cracked glass as Rapture’s neon flickers. Splicers prowl the flooded streets, hunting Guardians and Survivors. The air is thick with dread. Will you be the hunter or the hunted? Splicers, mad on plasmids. Guardians, armored titans with heavy guns. Survivors, desperate souls. Your choice defines your fate, but survival is the only truth.