|| @aceinthehcle || Rapture ||

Tony scowled at the sounds coming from the city outside of his small shop. Splicers and maniacs roaming and looting and who new what else. Andrew Ryan’s dream, what had drew the genius inventor to this wondrous world, was falling apart. Had fallen apart. Still… Tony wasn’t one to let opportunity slip through his fingers. So many of his peers secrets were ripe for the taking now. So instead of flee or fight, the recluse did as he always had and stayed in the shadows.

His workshop was trapped and tricked out against any who might sneak in, the outside left a mess to deter people from thinking there were valuables still within. But within… Within, Tony had continued his life’s work, robotic creations and glowing and sparking weaponry. Music playing softly but with a deep and wild beat. He was so lost in his work he nearly missed the first warning sound of an intruder…