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Thread: Ghosts of Rapture (Survivor00 & Divide[by]Zero)

I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No, says the man in Washington. It belongs to the poor. No, says the man in the Vatican. It belongs to God. No, says the man in Moscow. It belongs to everyone. I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture. A city where the artist would not fear the censor. Where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality. Where the great would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well. The decayed speakers continued to endlessly preach the words of a man nearly ten years dead, as his city ?? his dream ?? rusting and collapsing in the cold depths of the Atlantic Ocean. The once great Rapture was dead, and the few inhabitants that still remained had lost all traces of their humanity. Splicers ?? the deformed and insane results of ADAM addiction and withdrawal ?? roamed the flooding corridors, preying ruthlessly off one another to survive for another day in this underwater hell. But today, she scurried about the corridors, keeping the Splicers at bay in fear. The Big Sister ?? once one of the Little Sisters taken from Rapture years ago, she had grown up on the surface, far away from her natural home. But she had never been able to leave it in her mind, eventually finding herself drawn back to the decaying underwater metropolis to restore it as how she remembered it. But Rapture had changed. All the Big Daddies were dead, the Little Sisters harvested for their ADAM or taken to the surface by Tenenbaum and Jack Ryan. It simply wouldn??t do. And so she had set about ??rebuilding?? Rapture ?? scavenging parts to make her own Big Daddy suit, extracting ADAM from the ??Angels??, just like she had done once she was younger. She made frequent trips to the surface, abducting little girls to convert to Little Sisters like she once was. She was their protector, and she showed no mercy to anyone who threatened them. So now she prowled the dank corridors, keeping an eye out for those who might threaten her Little Sisters. The Splicer that skittered about below her dragged a pipe wrench along the ground with a long, emaciated arm. He twitched erratically as he walked, snarling and glaring around. She crouched, the spherical helmet on her head giving her an alien appearance. The blade on her arm was perfect for extracting ADAM right into her blood, a practice which she did commonly. She pounced from the shadows, crushing the Splicer against the ground and slammed the large needle into his back. The creature shrieked in pain, struggling futilely against her. She could practically feel the ADAM flowing into her body. The Splicer fell still as it was drained, just another corpse within this underwater tomb. The Big Sister bounded off into the shadows again, as if she had never even been there.
Thread: Ghosts of Rapture (Survivor00 & Divide[by]Zero)

I'm very happy with the work you've been doing for us. Since you've begun working for us, I've had nothing but praise come your way. You've been working for us for two years now, and I've decided to give you a reward. A few weeks off, paid, with a cruise to boot. I think you could use the relaxation. So have some fun. It's round trip. On us. Have a good trip. Aislyn Crey was laying back in a lounging chair on the sun deck. She was facing away from the sun though. Aislyn wasn't much for the sun. For the most part, she didn't remember her past. All she had was her memories of being in the Army as a field medic, while doing some nursing classes. When her education was up, she became part of an Army hospital. It was a good job, even if it meant dealing with hurt people all the time. And she was good at it. She'd always had a knack for dealing with human bodies. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the cruise ship she was on. She just kept laying on the chair as every ran panicking. As the ship began to capsize, she got up and stripped her clothes, leaving her in nothing more than a black-one piece over her lithe, athletic body. She dove head first, her bob-cut red hair hitting first as she went overboard. The note she'd gotten was left floating on the water, slowly smudging with the wetness. Would you kindly come back home? Aislyn woke up with a groan. Putting a hand to her head, she found herself floating in a small pool of water in a wrecked building. She got herself out of the pool, seeing so much wreckage. And it was all old architecture. She wrapped her arms around her body, wondering just how she got there, and why she was in a bathing suit.
Thread: Ghosts of Rapture (Survivor00 & Divide[by]Zero)

The Splicers were quick to sense the arrival of the stranger in Rapture, snarling and babbling insanely as they ran towards her location, lashing out at one another to get there first. They knew that if there was a corpse, the Little Sisters would be drawn to extract the ADAM from it. If they harvested a Little Sister, they could get even more ADAM! The Big Sister heard the cries of the excited Splicers, twisting around sharply, almost inhumanly, to look in the direction they were running. She twitched slightly before lunging after the Splicers. One of her Little Sisters could be in danger! She was nearly a blur as she scrambled through Rapture's flooded corridors after them. Her lifetime of growing up in Rapture gave her an innate understanding of the hidden passageways that resided within its walls, combined with her ADAM infused speed and strength, allowed her to traverse the long distance in minutes. She crashed down onto a balcony overlooking the flooded floor, the red viewport on the front of her helmet bathed the stranger in crimson light. She was not one of her Little Sisters, nor was she a Splicer. She was a stranger to this place...a threat to her plans. She raised her arm, the long blade on her arm glinting under the crimson glow. But before she could lunge down and attack, the Splicers burst into the room, gibbering, screaming, swarming towards her. The Big Sister leaped towards one of the Splicers, thrusting the blade through its skull, whipping around to unleash a powerful psychic blast that crushed several Splicers against the wall.
Thread: Ghosts of Rapture (Survivor00 & Divide[by]Zero)

Wh-What are those? Aislyn backed up against the wall as a group of splicers had come forth. They looked like utter freaks. And Aislyn was not in a great mood. She was confused, scared, and most of all, cold. She was dripping wet, and in a bathing suit. Really, effing, cold. And as the things started to snarl, she frantically looked for a way out. That way out came as a tall monstrosity coming to crash the party, and bash itself into several of the splicers. Frantically, Aislyn ran for a hole in the wall, thinking it was some sort of ventilation system. As she scrambled up to get inside, she turned her head, having to look at the thing. It looked like an old diver suit, but lanky. And it was chalking up kills faster than a battalion of marines. Trying to shake the horrible thoughts of what it would do to her out of her head, she tried to slip into the hole, finding it a bit of a squeeze.
Thread: Ghosts of Rapture (Survivor00 & Divide[by]Zero)

One after another, she quickly slaughtered the Splicers, using her enhanced abilities and Telekinesis to wipe them out before the rest could even retreat in terror. Not one was spared from her wrath. Finally, with the waters flooding the room stained red with blood, and herself drenched in gore, she stopped and turned to search for the other intruder that had drawn them all here. She saw the woman trying to squeeze herself into one of the tubes for the Little Sisters. In an instant, she had crossed the distance to her and grabbed a hold of her and pulled, yanking her out of the tube. That red viewport glared at her, casting her face in an eerie light. The blade on her arm drizzled blood onto the ground as she looked over the woman. Her movements seemed erratic, as if there was something not-quite-right with her. There was something about this woman, something that she could not place. And while though her desire to protect Rapture told her to kill this woman she could not bring herself to do so. She dropped her to the cold, wet floor and leapt back to the overlooking balcony, staring at her intently. Slowly, she reached up to her cobbled diving helmet, her twitching hands undoing the seals that kept it on. The red light dimmed, and she lifted the helmet off. She looked like a ghost, her skin so pale it was almost white. Her hair was a long, wet, tangled mass, having not been cut in ages. She looked like death. ??How?did you?get here?? She rasped out, having not spoken in a long, long time.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Nicole's mother lived with her abusive father before Nicole was even born. Once Nicole's mother found out she was pregnant with Nicole, she decided to leave the abusive relationship. Nicole was born into a happy family or her and her Mother. One day though, her Mother was killed. Nicole was devistated when she was given back to her father. She never knew her father, so why should she like him? She had no reason to be nice to him. Nicole spent most of her summer days in her room, on the phone or computer. Nicole was a very beautiful young lady and took after her Mother with curly long red hair and pale skin. She had bright green eyes and full lips, fiting her lovely face. She was very thin and in very good shape, with a rather large bust. Nicole was just sitting in her room, writing on her laptop on her bed, trying to avoid her father all together. She was wearing a tight black tanktop and some jeaned shorts that hugged her flawless rear. Her long hair was in a poney tail with her straightened bangs to the side.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Brian remembered Nicoles mom as a good piece of ass, and till she got pregnant she was one of his best earners, then everything went to shit. She did make him some extra money as a prego doing the guys that got off on that crap, but then just as the baby was about to be born, she disappeared. Initially he thought some fucked up John might have popped Nicoles mom, but nothing showed up in the papers, so he figured she made a run for it. It wasnt till later when he was contacted by the county court many years later, that he was Nicoles father, and sole surviving relative. Normally Brian would have blown the whole matter off, giving no consideration to any whores kid, but the court representative had told him he would also have to be responsible for her estate, as she was a minor. So he pursued the matter, and found himself the court appointed guardian on Nicoles person and estate. Brian had an available room, since Cindy one of his other girls got picked up by Child Protective Services after going down on a vice cop. Hopefully she find a way home soon, but in the mean time he had an extra room available for the kid to stay. At first he wasnt sure what to do, or how long it would take to drain the estate without anyone becoming suspicious. Still having a kid around was becoming a pain in the ass, not counting that she was a fine piece of ass like her mother, one he wouldnt mind tapping. Wearing a short sleeve T-shirt that clung tightly to his large muscular physique exposing the significant number of tribal tattoos that trailed down his arms and right at his collar. The girl spent most of her time in her room, which let him take care of business uninterrupted, but still inconvenient. The apartment they lived was in one of the large block like building called Westside Apartments, or as the locals called it The Projects. The neighborhood was one of the roughest there was in the city, the kind where gunshots and screams were common. He walks over to the bedroom door and pounds on it. Brians tone is loud and authoritative. You need to get your ass out here and clean some of this shit up! Most of the mess wasnt directly her responsibility, but Brian really didnt care. If she lived here she was going to do something, rather than just hide in her room.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

As nicole hears him pounding away at her door, she closes her laptop with a small sigh. Fine. She screams through the walls. She sits up and stretches some, taking her sweet time as she walks to the door. She opens it and looks up at her Father. What do you want me to do? She asks in an annoyed tone. She looks away from him, ignoreing him like she always did. She didnt care much for her father, not aware of everything he did. She just thought of him as a guy she has to live with until she was old enough to leave him and never look back, but until then, she was his responibility. She walks past him, not even looking at him as she bumps into his shoulder, waiting for him to tell her where she had to clean. She looks back at him, still very annoyed. So? Where is the mess you made? She smirks at him, mocking him slightly. The thought never passed her mind that he could easly take her down, she always lived with her loving mother that never laid a finger on her, so she was not aware at all that her own father could do anything to her. Anyway, if he ever did, she would make sure the court finds out.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Brian was known for her fiery personality, and his quickness to use physical force to solve things. His friends back in high school used to call him Tsunami, because once he did loose it, he generally left a wave of destruction in his wake. Still out of some deep ingrained notion of right and wrong, hed retrained his ire when it came to the young girl now challenging him. If she had been one of his girls, he would have already lashed out. It may have been the heat of summer, or the window cooler not working, but he could feel the first signs of an incontrollable anger rising. Brians dark eyes bore through the young girl giving him nothing but attitude. The small apartment was far from clean various articles of clothing, piles of magazines, empty cans of beer used for ashtrays, and other miscellaneous detritus littered throughout the room. The look was more similar to what would be found in frat house than an apartment occupied by father and daughter. The same thing I just asked you to do, clean this shit up. His hand waves over the general disarray scattered about the living room, before he again crosses them. I really dont give a fuck who made this mess, youre cleaning it. The more the kid gave him that flippant attitude the more pissed off he got. And if you give me anymore of your shit, Ill show you whos fucking the boss in this house. Brain was tired of taking her bullshit, he didnt allow any of the other girl no matter if they worked for him or not, so why should start taking it from this girl, daughter or not.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Nicole stares at the trash everywhere. She shakes her head and looks back at him. Why should I clean this? Your the one who made this mess. She rolls her eyes and steps away from him, feeling a small chill rush past her body. Fine, But I better be getting paid or somthing. Im not doing this crap for free. She steps into the living room before he could say anything and picks up an old trash can and starts picking up the empty, ashy beer cans, mumbling under her breath as she worked. She looked back at him for a moment before she starts picking up the dirty clothes. She picks up a half empty beer can and sighs, turning to the kitchen before she looks down and sees her father's favorite shirt. She smirks and quickly pours the beer on the shirt, a mixture of beer and wet ashes cover the shirt, possibly staining it. She throws the empty can away and kicks the shirt to the side as she begins picking up some more trash.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

The kid started her bitching and whining again as she began her minimalistic efforts at cleaning. Her mannerisms were at best baiting him to respond, at worst asking for a beating. Even with his blood pressure rising, he controls the immediate urge to deck her, and at least gives her an opportunity to clear the room of its accumulated debris. For a brief moment he thought she just might comply and complete the task hed given her. So feeling some progress is being made he responds to her inquiry concerning pay. You got roof over your head, and food on the table, better than most of the losers around here. So if youre looking for pay, youre shit out of luck. Brian just laid it out like he saw it. He wasnt going to pay any bitch, including his daughter a nickel if he didnt want to. Who the fuck did she think she was? What a spoiled little bitch. In fact the more Brian thought about it the more his temper rose. He almost wasnt paying attention when he spies the girl, pouring the concoction of beer and ash onto one of his favorite rock concert t-shirts. Without a thought, he flies into an uncontrollable fit of rage. Both of his arms unravel as he moves across the small living room in several large strides. Why you fucking cunt! He half yells as his large arm sweeps across the front his body to back hand her, the blow strong enough to send her sailing if it connected correctly.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

She glares at him for a moment, before ignoring him. She flinches as he gets up and quickly walks towards her, yelling. She nearly bursted out laughing as she saw how red his face was turning. As she sees his hand come close to her face, she strumbles back, making him miss her. She stares at him in shock, surprised that he just tried to slap her. What the hell?! She raises her voice as she stares at him, shaking some. You just tried to hit me! she screamed out. How dare you! Im a lady, You cant even think about hitting me! She steps away from him and turns the trash can upside down, letting all the beer cans and other garbage fall out onto their floor. Clean your own shit! She quickly walks past him, steping on the T-shirt she drentched in beer as she walks to her room and slams the door, laying on her bed, she picks up her cell phone and calls her friend, wanting to tell her what just happened.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Brian face was flush with anger as the girl eludes his swing. Her accusation about his intent fell on deaf ears as he cared less about her being a woman. His face displayed momentary shock as she upends the trashcan onto the floor. Her action did nothing but fuel the fire now burning out of control within him. He stood speechless as the bitch walks past him, on the way to her bedroom, his rock t-shirt nothing but a floor mat beneath her feet. It wasnt till the slam of the bedroom door, did he snapped out of the daze hed been in. Mumbling to himself, as no one else was in the room, he rushes to her door. Son of a bitch! The anger welling up in Brian was immense, and it didnt even allow him the opportunity to check to confirm if the door was or wasnt locked. Instead he applied the full weight of his large muscular frame to the door, which quickly gives under the hard impact. The door still dangling from it tattered hinges, hangs at an odd angle as he enters the girls room without any regard to her wishes. With a fluid movement, he sees her turn towards the battered door, his large hand reaching out and grabbing the open cell phone. Before she can even say a word of protest, he pitches it with immense force against the nearest wall shattering it. Dont you ever walk away from me again, you stupid cunt!
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

She looks over as she hears her door break. She stares at him in shock, unaware of hos strong he was. She flinches lightly as he takes her phone and throws it against the wall. She glares at him. I can walk away when ever I feel like it! You dont own me you son of a bitch! She steps back slightly, looking back at her shattered phone on her floor before looking back at him. You better get me a new phone! She sits on her bed, glaring at him. You know, Mommy told me how bad of a person you were, but I didnt belive her, until now ofcourse. She laughs softly. Its a good thing she got away when she could. She stands up and walks over to her desk, ignoring him now, still slightly afriad of him, but not thinking that he would attually hurt her, she was his daughter. She picks up a pack of cigarettes she stole from her father, and a lighter. Im going over to a friends house. She walks past him and heads to the broken door.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

As the girl tries to pass by, he reaches out and grabs her by the ponytail. Every word she spoke only made the situation worse. You arent going any place bitch! Im so tired of your shit. Pulling hard, he drags her by her hair back into the living room, if she stayed on her feet or slipped to the floor he just continues on, uncaring to her discomfort. Maybe he should have considered her words, but the anger clouded anything resembling judgment. Youre mother was nothing more than one of fucking whores, and you are nothing more than some uncounted for sperm. He shoves her to the floor where she had so recently dumped the contents of the trashcan. The anger and contempt he had resounded in every word he spoke. Again, he reaches back across his body to hit her with the back of his hand, the force meant to drive home his rage.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Nicole groans loudly as he grips her poney tail and pulls her back. She moves her hands up to his as she struggled to free herself from his grasp. As he drags her to the living room and shoves her to the floor, she landed on the empty beer cans and starts to git up, making rough contact with his hand as he back hands her. Not seeing his hand coming to her face, she was shocked as she fell back to the ground, landing on her side from the force of the rough hit. She stays on the floor for a few moments before she sits up some, rubbing her red cheek gently as she looks up at him. She had never been slapped before, so she was still in shock. W-Whats wrong with you?! She starts to recover from the hit, but losing most of her fight. She bites her lower lip and pulls herself back, shaking some as she sits on the garbage. She continues to rub her sore cheek nervously as she stares up at him. By the angle she was sitting, he could see right down her thin tanktop, seeing part of her black bra and a large amount of her cleavage.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Finally he had the little cunts attention. Brian realized he should have dealt with her before, and not let it spiral so out of control. Hed learned over the years what you had to keep your bitches in line or they would walk all over you. If you didnt rough them up occasionally theyd all go soft, or start stealing from you. Well no more Mr. Nice guy, this little cunt would learn how he dealt with uppity bitches like her. Nothings wrong with me, youre the dumb cunt that decided to give me a ration of shit. His large physique hangs over hers, as he berates her. The muscles of her arms flex as he almost spits, while venomously talking to her, his voice a near yell. His anger in no way hidden or disguised, as he holds her ponytail like some dogs leash. Finally he just releases it, and lets her fall the remaining way to the floor. It was then that he saw the black bra and the large mounds of soft flesh constrained by them. How many times had he beaten one of his hoes, and them fucked the living shit out them a few minutes later, while they screamed his name in pleasure. He shakes the momentary thought off as he leers at her. Are you going to clean this up now?