the door would open, revealing the room.
Inside, there were two men. He stood on a soapbox, and was screaming to a crowd only he could see. His body seemed ravaged horribly by the ADAM, leaving nothing but sores and cancerous nodules growing from him. Unlike the other splicers, he refused to wear a mask, instead proudly displaying himself. His hands seemed to be coated in welts, from which bees crawled from. The group had walked in during the middle of a statement.
"and it is the common man, the one who works for the great artists, that feed the great philosophers, that act AS THE TEST SUBJECTS for the great scientists unfettered by morality, that deserve true love! For you, and by extension I, are the ones who suffered to build this city! It was we who gave it to those namby pamby objectivists, and it was we who showed them up, wasn't it!? And now, we conquer the surface, showing that we needed not to hide from the surface dwellers! we needed only make them fear us! And then, we'll go and visit other worlds, and make them all listen to us! We're Rapture baby! and the people from here? They're GODS!" at this statement, his hands released the bees, who flew up to the ceiling, and the welts began oozing fire. He seemed not to notice Amelia and Franky, occupied with his speech. he held up both hands, as if accepting applause.
The other man had been tied to a post, and kindling in the form of several broken chairs had been scattered at his feet. He seemed bored about what was going on, and looked up with mild interest at the door opening. "Well, don't you look strange? I suppose the WAOA has sent someone to clean up this mess? do be quick about it. I can't imagine the damage this city has suffered without me at the helm for the last several hours."
