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I am Andrew Ryan and I am 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.
— Andrew Ryan
Been playing through BioShock 2 this week. It's been a while since the first game came out, I'd forgotten how f*cking awesome the game was. And BioShock 2 just takes what was great about it and runs with it, adding more awesome at the same time. I'm loving the game.
Werk is still fail because of Fail Boss. Whee.
Was thinking about doing Mac World, but unless I wake up ass-early Saturday morning and take the ferry to SF, it ain't happening. Ah well.
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.
— Andrew Ryan
Been playing through BioShock 2 this week. It's been a while since the first game came out, I'd forgotten how f*cking awesome the game was. And BioShock 2 just takes what was great about it and runs with it, adding more awesome at the same time. I'm loving the game.
Werk is still fail because of Fail Boss. Whee.
Was thinking about doing Mac World, but unless I wake up ass-early Saturday morning and take the ferry to SF, it ain't happening. Ah well.