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 It was a cool summers night it the suburbs. The only thing that made this night different was the almost complete lack of sound or artificial light. Even the insects had gone quiet and had been for many days. The night sky was clear of clouds with only a crescent moon shining with its pale light to see by. There was a light breeze that carried the scent of rain and lightning through the night air. Mark was hiding behind a clump of bushes in the backyard of some house. He was trying to listen for any sign of his pursuer. For he knew he was being hunted. He knew this because it was not the first time since the outbreak that he had been hunted

Gregory "Mako" Powell – Making Money "Rapture, there is no better place to make money. I own a Crematorium and let me tell you it is all profits. Think about it everyone here dies, some quicker than others. They all get brought to me, except for those rich pricks who get buried in a nice shady spot in Arcadia. They all come my way. You burn them cheap and then bill the city to heat pipes with them. You can't lose! But something happened the other day that got me thinking. It was after hours and one of those spliced up fools broke in here. I thought he was after some money. No! The crazy fool was trying to get ADAM out of the corpses. We

Bioshock Audio Diary Contest By ninjablood13 Robert Stevens – At a Lose "I don't know what to do. We came to Rapture with the hope of a better life, but that was a fools hope. When we first got here there was plenty of work. But as more people showed up the jobs got less and less, now it is all but impossible to find anyone willing to pay a decent wage." sigh "Now we live on scraps and to make matters worse Rebecca is sick, oh god. Doctors say it's tuberculosis, says she must have caught it from all the damp and cold. They say dry air will help. Dry air? Where the hell do you find that in this sinking city?... We couldn't afford the m