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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 6:38 pm

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Only a few days to Halloween now, so I thought this guild is do for a contest.This contest is a free-for-all meaning members can submit anything they want whether it's writing, drawings, cosplays, screenshots, photography, tektek avatars, etc. Everyone has an opportunity so get as gruesome and spliced up as you want. Doesn't have to be based off of Halloween.
(PM me your entries)

::Rules::
-be a member of the bioshock guild
-I'm looking for creativity and effort
-I want a description explaining your entry
-OC's are accepted
-no nudity or porn
-anything from the bioshock series (even Inifinite)
-entry limitation is 3
-gore and harsh language is acceptable

: razz rizes::
1st place

-Anima Adamantea 1st gen

2nd place

-Enforcer Suit

3rd place

-George's Pipe

4th place

-Transforming Oil

~Other Prizes:
Even if you don't win, as long as you have submitted an entry you will recieve a gaia halloween mask.

: biggrin eadline::

November 7th at midnight MT

~good luck everyone

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

twisted

WINNERS~

1st place goes to Walter has ganado

Had a essence of Rapture. An excellent point-of-view for splicer's average life and life-spand.

2nd place goes to RedZeroFive
(For whole outfit submission)
Excellent cosplay, the mask was creatively put together and nice touch with the baby powder smile

3rd place goes to Living_In_Song
(For the second writing entry)
Always made me wonder if people checked in for their splicing issues. Nice job for explaining it smile

4th place goes to WifiDucky

Not the average splicer you see everyday o.o and that is why I thought it was very creative, for taking a different approach. love the description along with it
(and the spine XD)

Hope you all had fun with the contest!

Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 7:07 pm

Entries~

(let me know if you want to participate)

1. RedZeroFive
Entry 1~
Description: I made this Jack o' lantern concept on Gimp (photoshop Knockoff) for Halloween. However, I wasn't able to carve it because I ran out of time... Still, I will attempt to re-carve it next year.

The design it's self is supposed to be a splicer I played in a Bio-Shock RP named Chester Weinbrenner. He was a Houdinni splicer, but I killed him off.

Entry 2~
Description: Now. First I have my splicer mask. I made this about two months ago. The original (Ice one) I made as an art project at the Nature Center where I volunteer, located near my house. (We had to make animal themed masks so I though, what the hell, an made it) Sadly, that was a bit too small for my head, so i made a second one.
I added the blood on the 30th, sadly, it wouldn't come off.
I made them both with (Surprisingly) paper plates, Popsicle sticks, Felt, Elmer's glue, and permanent marker (Black for both and then gold/silver for the details.)

Entry 3~
Description: Next we have my whole costume. Ive been wanting to be a splicer for a while, and now that I had the mask, it was just a matter of getting the tail-coat. Unable to find ANY tailcoats at any Halloween stores (Save for the piece of crap they had at Party-City) we ended up getting a suit at the thrift store that was too long for me and had my dads girlfriend (Thank god for her help) turn it into a tail-coat. Finally, I added some blood and baby powder (made it look dusty and dirty) And Voila

2. WiFiDucky
Entry~
Description: "i am the one they call the doctor
though you never see me you will know im there.
For when you meet me for the first time
i will splice you from ear to ear"

3. Holy Cupcakes
Entry~ "Raptureween"
The pitter patter of rain, the cool of an evening breeze, the soft flicker of candlelight as they bring life to the smiling faces of the pumpkins. It is all so surreal, so familiar, like something you might find on the surface this time of year. But down here it is different.. oh so very different.. for down here the rain does not come from the clouds, but instead the little drops come from the cracks in the ceilings. The breeze does not come from a autumn wind but from the pipes that dangle from the walls, the very cool coming from the cool of the ocean.

The living may find the holiday to be a wicked one, a cause for jest and devil worship, but that doesn't really matter.. the last of them died hours ago. But you shouldn't worry, for tonight at least the halls are not empty, far from it. The wrecked halls and ruined city are alive with music and laughter, shouts and cries, of dancing and merriment the likes of which have never been seen before. For you see today is our day and we will celebrate with the most grandest of parties.

You see there is something in the sea, something that does not belong, and it's not a fish or a coral or even a tiny bit of plankton. It is the grand city of Rapture, and there's nothing but us ghosts here now. While our bodies lie in the rubble and rot, some poor souls even drifting in the sunken remains of the city, our spirits live on trapped in this place but no longer bothered by it. Instead we dance and we sing and we celebrate a day devoted to the likes of us. For you see our lives were grand and so shall be our afterlives.

We dance on and on, hands held tightly and faces hidden behind the masks that hid the deformities that mocked us so as we slowly lost our minds. We dance and we sing and we forget the hardships of the year, the horrors of the sickness and that ADAM that brought it all upon us. We sing and we laugh, the music and laughter the only things to be heard since the ghostly feet do not make a sound as they glide across the floor. We do not eat so instead we group into pairs and talk about the wealth and the fame and the riches of our former lives like nothing had ever changed. We speak of our families, our children, our pets and our homes. We speak of the night and who has danced with who.

The lights of the candles flicker, then dies, the faces of the smiling pumpkins fade darkening until they look as dead as the rest of the city's inhabitants. The laughter dies as well as do the songs, the feet stop moving and hands are released. Our fun is over, and our night is done. We all take a look at each other, whispers of farewells are the only things that echo in the ballroom now.. we return to our posts.. the places of our death and haunt the halls of Rapture once more. Awaiting the day we may once again gather together and play the songs of our youths and move to the dances of our lives. We once again wait for the day known as Halloween, the day of the dead, the day we are free to throw the party unlike any other and celebrate in a way we could not when we were alive.
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4. Living_In_Song
Entry 1~ “But where has brother gone?” she asked again with a shriek.
“I told you to ask your father!” her mother answered impatiently as she pinned up the rest of her hair.
“But he’s already gone to the party! Oh mommy, can’t I come too?”
“This is a grown-party, Dear. Little girls have no place at late night parties…”
“But mommy!” the small girl cried with a wine and a pull of her mother’s pearl necklaces, instantly breaking the strands. Fake pearls danced across the floor with a sound like rain.
“I’m already late for the New Year’s Celebration, the least you can do is be a good Little Sister and go to bed!” she yelled, angry the necklaces had been broken.
“I miss brother! I can’t sleep without him! There was a scary fish out my window! And he always scares them away…” the little girl looked sadly at the dark waters outside the big windows she had never liked.
“Goodbye Darling!” her mother answered, slipping on her shoes and running for the door. She shut it quickly and locked it, knowing her little girl would try to leave.
“Your father has promised to introduce me to Mr. Ryan tonight.” She told no one particular as she walked down the brightly lit hall away from her home. “Just think! Me meeting Andrew Ryan!”
Back in her home however, her daughter was softly crying.
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Entry 2~ “Tell me again what the problem is, Mr. Burlisk?”

“I already told you! My wife is using that stuff non-stop. It’s like a drug to her now!”

“Yes. And how is this a problem?” Dr. Lamb repeated, looking through her cat eye glasses.

“She’s not herself!” Mr Burlisk yelled. “I’ve already said this a million times! I thought you were supposed to help her!”

“I’ve simply been talking with her. A person can only change if they want to, Mr. Burlisk.” She answered calmly, causing Mr. Burlisk to shout louder.

“She is changing! She made an appointment to get surgery in a week. She won’t tell me what its for, but I know. Oh, I know! She’s always hated her nose…” he whispered angrily.

“Have you expressed these feelings to her yourself?” Mr. Burlisk was now pacing the small room and starting to sweat.

“Of course I have! She’s my wife! But…but she only uses those…those bees! Do you know how many stings I’ve gotten in the last three days!?” he held up his arm and pulled down the sleeve of his suit, showing off the bright red lumps. “She can’t be stopped! Just like all the other people in this crazy city!”

Dr. Lamb just started at him blankly, “Are you saying you don’t approve of the plasmids? I do recall you saying it was you who suggested moving here. And have you ever thought she may be doing this for you? To make you happy?”

Mr. Burlisk sighed, defeated. “Yes…it was my idea to come down here. Wasn’t it?”
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Entry 3~*tape recorder starts playing*

“What was that noise? Probably another splicer, no doubt. But I hadn’t seen anyone at all the last couple of days. Could it be possible that someone had slipped in without my notice?

It still feels like I’m dreaming. It must be a dream, right? My first night in the acclaimed Rapture and everyone goes berserk? It was just a New Year’s Celebration…but then again.

There it is again! There is something out there, I know it! My name is Ellen, by the way. I’m not much a diary writer, but there are so many of these tape recorders around, I might as well keep a record of this horrible nightmare. I’ve locked myself in one of the wings of the housing complexes. I made sure no one was here first, of course. I didn’t want any of those spliced up people coming after me…what made them do that to themselves? They looked so…strange.

Anyway, I’m giving myself horrible thoughts here, and I can’t have that. What I want more than anything is to go up to the surface again. Who knew that elevator down would be my last time to breath in the fresh air? *sigh* Rapture is leaking…and I know it’s a bad thing, but…there’s this one spot…it’s a corner of a hallway, and if you close your eyes and let the neon signs outside the dripping windows be sunlight, and the salt water falling on your head be rain…you can almost imagine it’s a summer rain shower…almost.

Oh no…there’s that sound again. I had forgotten.”

*off in the distance* “Look Mr. Bubbles! Another angel!”

“No…no…not another one!”

*tape recorder shrieks to a halt, end of tape*
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5. Walter has ganado
Entry~ Through the eyes of a Splicer.
By Walter
(Read Aloud!)

I can’t believe it. I have forgotten. Forgotten all of it, forgotten my family, for gotten what it’s like to feel, for gotten the surface, forgotten the- Forgotten the sky.. I though to myself as I looked out a tall window to the outside world of water. My memories are flooded with pain, misery, Desire. I sighed and looked away from the window, “Have I gone crazy to?”

My name is Jane, I…. I forget my last name. I wish I remembered, I just cant. I came here by accident you see. A boat I was on sunk, I went down with it until we crashed into a pipe here, I got out as soon as I could. I had to fight for my survival-until I found plasmids that is. I used a Swarm plasmid; it wasn’t that hard past that. I found who knows how many more plasmids almost moments later. I eventually went mad. Surprisingly it didn’t take too much, just took one. Adam is like a drug, we will go to any extent to get it, us splicer’s weren’t born, we were created. I blame Andrew Ryan, the moron who came up with this. He should have seen it a mile away; we were bound to go insane for the stuff, anything to be like superman, right?

I laugh a bit to myself.

I looked around the ruined Diner. Adds for plasmids scorn around the floor, tables broken with chairs in worse condition to call their friends. My attention immediately caught by some money on the counter. I run up to it grabbing and shoving it in my pockets as fast as I can. “I need you for vending machines…” I said to myself, a smirk on my masked face. I slowly walk over to a cracked mirror and fixed my hair, “If it wasn’t for my mask I would look like crap...” I sighed as I grabbed a butcher’s knife from the counter.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard a loud thud on the ground, slicing through the silence like a knife through butter. Big Daddy! were my only thoughts as I heard a loud drill noise and screams of pain. I then heard silence and the pitter-patter of small feet. “Thanks Mr.B!” A small voice echoed down the halls. I was off with that, out the door and down the streets.

I looked over my shoulder; I could see their silhouettes through the tainted and fuzzy glass. I hurried and ran, searching for a good exit until I realized there was none that weren’t covered in litter to make loud noises. Eventually I hid inside a garbage can. I wasn’t dead, yet. They shouldn’t be able to find me.

I looked through a crack in the side of the can. They had left the building. The little sister had found the corpse of a splicer, “Mr.B! There’s the angel!” The child beckoned. She walked to it and began to extract Adam. Splicer’s started coming from every which way too get the Adam from her, it was hard holding myself back but seemed to get easier as I watched my ‘fellow’, if I could call them that, splicer’s get sucked up in whirlwinds of fire and be drilled directly through. Once they were all dead they girl chirped, “All done, Mr. B!” Then I made my fatal mistake, I shifted my foot, making me kick the side of the garbage can. The two looked directly at me.

I hurriedly tried to escape, knowing that I too would die. I was right. It wasn’t’ long after I began my run that I was drilled straight through the gut. I lay on the ground, dying. The little girl approaches my dead and mangled body. I hand her a locket I had in my fist with a picture of the old rapture on one side and a famous Andrew Ryan quote, ‘A man chooses, a slave obeys’ on the other side that I had been given by some stranger on the Boat. The girl took it slightly confused, “Don’t make my mistake” I managed to utter before my body lay there, silent, dead. Only the sound of a record scratching off track to accompany the forgotten noise.
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(submitting rules: send me a link for photobucket, tinyurl, etc. or email and attatch the file. grandma-chewbacca@hotmail.com)

(Writing rules: no more than two pages long, doesnt need a description)