-audio dairy found just before entering the medical pavilion-

I weren't no older then twenty-three when the lads and I began constructing the backbone of mr. ryan's 'grand vision' of utopia, and six years, a lot of blood, sweat and the loss of me darling wife at the cost of birthing our daughter later; here I am at the proverbial bottom of the sea living it up. *deep reflective sigh* ain't life funny sometimes, patricia? ..... *clickclickclick* this bloody thing still on? *fumbling whirring sounds*

so I've been getting back into bioshock these last past couple of months, and what better way to show my love for the series then a 'themed remake of my 'sona, should he have found himself a denizen of the deep :B (if only, eh? ;p) pictured here in his prime, years before the events of the civil war that led him to recklessly splice up and loss his mind, but more on that later~

art @ West

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