The Bombing of Kashmir...
New Year's Eve, 1958... Just me and a few bottles of Scotch... Reign's New Year's speech playing and me without a care in the world...
"Good evening my friends. I hope you are enjoying your New Year's celebrations. It has been a year of trials for us all. Tonight I wish to remind you all that Rapture is your city. It was your strength of will that brought you here and with that strength you shall rebuild. And so, Andrew Reign offers you a toast. To Rapture, 1959! May it be our finest year..."
Finest year my arse... I've already had enough of the terrorists in '58 with Atlas and his uprising... Bunch of lazy thugs that don't give a shit about how good they have it... I sometimes wonder how long before this Atlas joe starts throwing shit at the fan...
Turns out that was now as mammoth explosions rocked the building. Startled, I grabbed a few hypos and my Tommy gun with three drum mags... Now it seemed... Rapture was going to war...
As I charged down the stairs, the thick black smoke from the bombs blinded and choked me and as I reached the bottom I saw only what was left... Corpses of Reign's and Atlas' followers lying massacred as the uprising began and all I could do was watch as many lay dead... Their limbs scattered all over and organs handing from the rafters... One guy was even gutted and used as a party streamer... Sick son of a bitch... It made me vomit a little as arms hung and men were impaled to the wall as decorations... Just left there to rot...
Where would they go next? If Kashmir, a public area which should be secure isn't safe, home isn't safe... I had to go... There was no other option... I had to leave home and flee for safety... I charged back upstairs as the fire in the resteraunt grew, quickly packing some food, around $500 in cash, ammo for my guns, some spare clothing and a handy machete I always kept with me... I was ready... Ready to last a war that would claim so many and utterly destroy Rapture...
I had to get out ASAP as the voices of splicers echoed through the corridor.
"Search all the rooms and get all the Starswirl you see! Kill any bastard that you spot whether man, bitch or brat!"
I grabbed a lamp as I grabbed my bags as I decided to try the vents, I smashed the lamp against the grate again and again, grunting and yelling with every slam against that tough piece of shit... Eventually I broke through and climbed inside, dragging my case with me through the vents.
As I climbed further in I saw sights of armaments being made. I saw Splicers mounting a 'Bucker M2' to a cart, making into an auto turret ready. As I crawled further I saw a workshop and in it were guys making shit from scrap bits in Rapture from the lack of guns. One thing I spotted was assembled from bits of piping and shit. Looked like a flamethrower or something to me...
It was then that I reached the end and broke through into the Bathysphere Port where some stupid bastard had left his unlocked. I climbed in and as soon as I put my foot in, I heard a long groan like a big arse whale... I turned and saw a hulking beast the size of a bulk door, maybe bigger... Built like a tank and carrying a mega Rivet Gun... A Big Stallion's what they called 'em... Men who were horribly mutilated by Starswirl and grafted into diving suits... Mindless slaves made to guard Little Sisters... He didn't have one on him so I left him alone and got in the Bathy. I then went off to where I thought it was safe... Appaloosa Square... Oh how wrong I was...
"I am Andrew Reign and I would like to ask you a question... Is a Colt not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No says the Celestia, it belongs to the Solar Empire! No says Princess Luna it belongs to the night! No says all of Canterlot, it belongs to all! I rejected these answers and chose the impossible... I chose... Rapture... Where the artist could express himself without limits... Where the Scientist could experiment to his heart's content... And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture could be your city as well..."
That's what we were promised... True freedom... That's why I came to Rapture in the first place... To get away... To live freely in an underwater Utopia with our 'glorious leader' Andrew Reign in control... Guy was as mad as a room of fuckin hatters...That didn't stop me however... I'd had it with Celestia's limitations and censorship on artwork... My name is Skychaser and I'm an artist... I moved to Rapture about... Five years ago and from there I have been amongst the elite of Rapture, rubbing shoulders with the likes of Lamb and Cohoof. It was a life that I enjoyed thouroughly. Sure I spliced up a bit, so did everypony... It was the latest fashion to have a hand full of hellfire with Incinerate or a shocking handshake with Electro Bolt. Everypony did it...
All was perfect until New Year's Eve, 1958 and the bombing of Kashmir...
