Avast! Rapture’s biggest matey, Jack Quaid, returns with a jolly good scheme for a BioShock tale, arrr!
2025-03-20
Arrr, me hearties! I be a-thirstin' fer the grandest of delights, the High Rapture, like a parrot spyin' a treasure chest! Give me that sweet euphoria, or I’ll be swingin’ from the crow’s nest, singin’ shanties of despair! Aye, let the good times roll!
Picture this: The wind in me sails, the sea spray upon me bearded visage, and a barrel o' rum as endless as the horizon! I be yearnin’ for that grand exhilaration, that joy so high it could make a kraken weep with envy! I want me spirit to soar like a parrot on the wing, free as a fish in the briny deep!
Now, me mateys, ye might be wonderin', what be this ‘igh Rapture? It be not just the thrill of plunderin’ a merchant ship or the delight of a well-placed cannonball, nay! It’s the sweet euphoria that comes from livin’ life as a true buccaneer, with laughter echoing like cannon fire and camaraderie thicker than Davy Jones’ beard!
So raise yer tankards high, me hearties, and join me in this quest! Let us seek the ‘igh Rapture together, for what be life without a bit o' jollity and merriment? Yarrr!