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THE 12 DAYS OF BIOSHOCK CHRISTMAS.

On the first day of Christmas, Atlas gave to me:
Andrew Ryan laughing crazily.

On the second day of Christmas, Atlas gave to me:
Two bloody surgeons,
And Andrew Ryan laughing crazily.

On the third day of Christmas, Atlas gave to me:
Three rusty wrenches,
Two bloody surgeons,
And Andrew Ryan laughing crazily.

On the fourth day of Christmas, Atlas gave to me:
Four hacked turrets,
Three rusty wrenches,
Two bloody surgeons,
And Andrew Ryan laughing crazily.

On the fifth day of Christmas, Atlas gave to me:
FIVE BIG DADDIES!
Four hacked turrets,
Three rusty wrenches,
Two bloody surgeons,
And Andrew Ryan laughing crazily.

On the sixth day of Christmas, Atlas gave to me:
Six painful plasmids,
FIVE BIG DADDIES!
Four hacked turrets,
Three rusty wrenches,
Two bloody surgeons,
And Andrew Ryan laughing crazily.

On the seventh day of Christmas, Atlas gave to me:
Seven Cohen sculptures,
Six painful plasmids,
FIVE BIG DADDIES!
Four hacked turrets,
Three rusty wrenches,
Two bloody surgeons,
And Andrew Ryan laughing crazily.

On the eighth day of Christmas, Atlas gave to me:
Eight spider splicers,
Seven Cohen sculptures,
Six painful plasmids,
FIVE BIG DADDIES!
Four hacked turrets,
Three rusty wrenches,
Two bloody surgeons,
And Andrew Ryan laughing crazily.

On the ninth day of Christmas, Atlas gave to me:
Nine little sisters,
Eight spider splicers,
Seven Cohen sculptures,
Six painful plasmids,
FIVE BIG DADDIES!
Four hacked turrets,
Three rusty wrenches,
Two bloody surgeons,
And Andrew Ryan laughing crazily.

On the tenth day of Christmas, Atlas gave to me:
Ten exploding fuel tanks,
Nine little sisters,
Eight spider splicers,
Seven Cohen sculptures,
Six painful plasmids,
FIVE BIG DADDIES!
Four hacked turrets,
Three rusty wrenches,
Two bloody surgeons,
And Andrew Ryan laughing crazily.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, Atlas gave to me:
Eleven flasks of scotch,
Ten exploding fuel tanks,
Nine little sisters,
Eight spider splicers,
Seven Cohen sculptures,
Six painful plasmids,
FIVE BIG DADDIES!
Four hacked turrets,
Three rusty wrenches,
Two bloody surgeons,
And Andrew Ryan laughing crazily.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, Atlas gave to me:
Twelve “would you kindly?"s,
Eleven flasks of scotch,
Ten exploding fuel tanks,
Nine little sisters,
Eight spider splicers,
Seven Cohen sculptures,
Six painful plasmids,
FIVE BIG DADDIES!
Four hacked turrets,
Three rusty wrenches,
Two bloody surgeons,
And Andrew Ryan laughing crazily.

Jesse's Facts of Fanfiction
  • Just because it’s popular does not mean you HAVE to like it.
  • Just because it’s popular does not mean it is well-written.
  • Just because it’s popular does not mean it is character-accurate.
  • Just because it’s popular does not mean it’s required reading.
  • Just because it’s popular does not mean you HAVE to like it.
  • Just because you don’t agree with a fanfiction’s fanon does not mean it’s a place for you to set up your soapbox and start a debate.
  • Just because it’s something you want to happen, does not mean it’s in-character when you write it in your fanfiction.
  • Just because it’s an AU does not mean you can forget everything that makes the characters the characters that they are.
  • Just because it has original characters does not mean it’s a mary-sue fic (even the greatest session of D&D has to have a few NPCs in order to push the plot along).
  • Just because you labelled it crack doesn’t mean it’s not going to annoy anyone. Some people cannot take a joke, sadly.
  • Just because you have spellcheck does not mean you should skip a beta. Betas help. I recommend them. They are not required, though…
Lessons Learned 001
  • It’s not really "social justice". Titles like “social revenge” or “social lynching” would be more apt.
  • It’s frustrating when you’re an RP blog and people don’t use common sense.
  • It’s frustrating when you're anyone and people don’t use common sense.
  • Calling someone prejudiced when you don’t have a valid retort to a debate is stupid.

ok i get you’re angry and ima letchu finish but screaming at a bigot makes the bigot angry

instead of acting angry and indignant, be tactful and polite

saying that you’re aware of a white male’s fornication habits with an article of bedding with an anatomically incorrect illustration on the cover goes over so much better than saying that you know that loser fucks a pillow

just for example