It's been a long time coming. Ryan and his stooges, all of them have no idea what the world's got in store. Great Chain, and Andrew Ryan's got it all set up so he's the only one at the top. Fontaine hisses out a languid rush of smoke between parted lips. Soon enough, Ryan won't know what hit him. Rapture won't know, until he's the one running the whole show.
There's something to be said for the supposed land of opportunity, of course. He reeled the old Kraut in easy enough, and the chinaman was shrewd enough to know to sell himself to the highest bidder. Seems everyone knows who the big man in town is these days. Everyone except the biggest fish at the top of the food chain.
Isn't that just the way with those fat cats.
The Welcome Center's been dead for a long while, and not since the early rush of hopefuls that come streaming down to Ryan's precious promised land has anyone seen much activity down with the Bathyspheres. But sure enough, there's a dull clank and the rush of water streaming from the dark-slick surface as the 'sphere emerges, neon welcome lights stuttering to life.
ALL GOOD THINGS OF THIS EARTH FLOW INTO THE CITY
Fontaine stubs out his cigar and flicks it into the nearest ashtray. If someone's come down from the surface, chances are Ryan already knows about it. It doesn't give him long to make whatever move he's got to make. He hangs back just outside the Bathysphere Station, waiting for the creak of the 'sphere's doors as they groan open.
Who knows, these days. Might be there's something to Rapture's newest that'll make it worth his while.
tw: racism, unsurprisingly fontaine is a fucking bigot
There's something to be said for the supposed land of opportunity, of course. He reeled the old Kraut in easy enough, and the chinaman was shrewd enough to know to sell himself to the highest bidder. Seems everyone knows who the big man in town is these days. Everyone except the biggest fish at the top of the food chain.
Isn't that just the way with those fat cats.
The Welcome Center's been dead for a long while, and not since the early rush of hopefuls that come streaming down to Ryan's precious promised land has anyone seen much activity down with the Bathyspheres. But sure enough, there's a dull clank and the rush of water streaming from the dark-slick surface as the 'sphere emerges, neon welcome lights stuttering to life.
OF THIS EARTH
FLOW INTO THE CITY
Fontaine stubs out his cigar and flicks it into the nearest ashtray. If someone's come down from the surface, chances are Ryan already knows about it. It doesn't give him long to make whatever move he's got to make. He hangs back just outside the Bathysphere Station, waiting for the creak of the 'sphere's doors as they groan open.
Who knows, these days. Might be there's something to Rapture's newest that'll make it worth his while.