Bioshock 2 is in stores. Rapture is upon us. All this week we have games and prize packs to giveaway. 2 x 360, 2 x PS3, 1 x PC. True believers of the PC platform, step up to the plate, today is your day.
Bioshock 2 places you back in the undersea dystopia of Rapture, 10 years after the events of the original game. Only this time you’re a Big Daddy. Actually, you’re THE Big Daddy. The first. But there’s a new regime in the house, and even tougher forces at play under the sea. Get ready to grab all the Adam you can.
Thanks to 2K Games we have five prize packs to give away, one each day this week. Each Bioshock 2 prize pack contains a copy of the game, a Bioshock 2 hoodie, a big Bioshock 2 artbook, a Little Sister figurine, a Bioshock 2 pen, a Bioshock 2 keyring, a plasmid badge, and a vinyl copy of the soundtrack. Total value runs to $274.65 per pack.
All you have to do is tell us in the comments what your version of Utopia would look like. What extreme regime would you introduce? Where would you build it? How quickly do you expect it will devolve into chaos? And today, after making it VERY hard for myself to judge yesterday, I want the answer in three versus… in your choice of limerick or haiku — the rise, the success, the fall. Most entertaining concept wins the pack.
You must also include a valid email address or use Facebook Connect so we can contact you if you win. Entries close midnight EDT and the winner will be announced tomorrow when the new draw opens.
Tuesday’s Playstation 3 prize pack winner is Nicholas for bringing ‘appliance love’ to his Utopia.
Good luck!
ā¦Join my deep sea city,
Where slaves choose and men obey,
Oh! Would you kindlyā¦.
There was a secret city of slaves,
Who wanted to make free men obey,
Where three is never too many
No even if it were twenty,
So they built it under the waves.
What if all the slaves have lied?
What if all the men have died?
Weāre both Gods and Kings
Who see angels with wings,
Open them up to see whatās inside.
And when they became old slaves with beards,
The men all said āIt is just as we have feared! –
10 years have passed,
Weāre free at last,
The difference between us has disappeared!ā
The title is a Haiku; the body is made up of 3 Limericks demonstrating the rise, success and fall of a city similar to rapture going through a role reversal. ā What would the utopian society for slaves on rapture look like?
The first verse ā The Rise.
I have used a lot of the symbolism from Bioshock and put them in a different light. What if this was a city of slaves who took free men as their workers? They created an undersea city to call their home. They challenged and rebelled against all views held by āmanā ā āthree is too manyā, āa man chooses, slaves obeyā, āno gods, no kings, only menā.
The second verse ā The Success
At the peak of this society there becomes confusion about who is still a slave and who is a free man? ā As they get used to this āfreedomā. Are they still slaves? Or are they now men?. This is shown by nods to Bioshock lines quotes āHurry, Mr. Bubbles! I can see angels dancingā and āno gods, no kings, only menā.
The Third Verse ā The Fall ā āMy youth, my rose! I want it backā
The society has fallen by through its own beginnings. What it once stood for has been lost in the time, the difference between free men and slaves has been lost.
Thanks for reading! I canāt wait to see how the story will play out. Too bad pay days not until the 20th.
The Atkinson falls
R-Eighteen games reign supreme
Alas kids get porn
Thank you, thank you!
HOLY CRAP ON A STICK! I WON!?
I’m seriously rubbing my eyes in disbelief. Surely I’m still not quite awake.
…Nope, that’s definitely my name up there so unless is this a very vivid hallucination I’ve just won Bioshock 2 and a truckload of awesome additional swag.
If you don’t mind, I’m going to go dance a merry little jig.
Quick question: Does having my email in the field provided suffice or do I need to actually post it as a comment? Just asking as, until I receive an email I’m staying in my state of disbelief.
Nope, it doesnt… forfeit the prize and send to me instead š
Well done Nick, enjoy the game.
Yep, I can see your email. Details will come through shortly.
I’m not suprised at all, your entry was awesome!
A city where citizens blindy
Follow without using their minds, see?
None would evade capture,
When living in Rapture,
So obey me, would you kindly?
A cold iron grip.
Rust surrounds your heart these days,
Keeps the sea at bay.
Ryan’s Paradise
Just might be my salvation.
Could be hell for some.
blake.druery@gmail.com
Anarchy city
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Too much rapture kills
360 please!
There once was a man from Orange
How the hell can I rhyme something with Orange?
Anyway, he decided to make a nation
But due to his financial limitation
Built it right under the city of Orange
Underground this man ruled as a king
And would spend his time bathing in a hot spring
Where all the women had to be nude
So that they could be viewed
Because it was really kinda his thing
But the man spent too much time on his kink
And didnāt spend enough time to think
About hiring an engineer
Those guys can be dear
So the ground collapsed on him in a blink
my new city among the stars a city founded on hate and war against earth for rejecting its people and our ideas this place is called depeton
the home among the stars with research never seen before eg. Jetpacks, laser gun , and much more It would be build like a big mother ship earth thinks its funny to send all there violent murders and serial kills up here to kill of my people we say no and it war u want war! u shell have. Chaos
Would Happen Soon as The Killers get To The Plasmids and start to destroy my city they let go
of all my mental insane and let them loose into my adam reserves. as the city falls to ruins join up with
Fellows and join the fight to stay alive with little brothers and little sisters running around catch them
Save them or take everything
When the lights Go out Its Time to Play as the city goes the rubble falling to the ground as we slowly drifting out into space will you make it in time
Upon a great plant in space,
A strong engine to keep it in place,
Some said it not fair,
How those people did dare,
Blown from the airlocks with no trace.
Most people’s freedom had been lost,
Happiness must come at great cost,
Their kids did not know,
But they went with the flow,
It was well until assets began to exhaust.
How the society had been stressed,
The citizens had begun unrest,
Weapons were made,
The illusion of force did fade,
And the regime of one was crippled at best.
As it probably makes little sense now, some explanation:
First verse, basically the setting is on a ‘spacestation’, one which is ruled by a totalitarian regime (which only becomes apparent in the third verse) – it shows some people brought there hadn’t known what they were getting into, and were killed.
Second verse, as they reached the next generation they started to become complacent with their situation (the ‘next generation’ knew nothing of proper freedom), and the downfall is referenced – though assets not meaning money but insted most resources (mainly food).
Third verse, things begin to break down. The citizens, fueled by the impending lack of sustainable food (caused not only by little amounts grown but also by overpopulation) they started becoming violent.
Rise:
The Mix Was Perfect
Human Bonobo Fusing
Promised New Order…
Success:
Sexy Utopia
Handshakes Now Superseded
All Happy and Spent…
Fall:
Sore Privates Tainted
More Swollen Organ Than Man
Plasmids Could Not Cure.
There once was a city in space
From a dream I chose to chase
The first people came
A new land to claim
They vanished without a trace
Settlers could not comprehend
Why here they would meet their end
When they started to learn
Our fates began to turn
My new world I had to defend
I fought for all I was worth
To Utopia I had given birth
It had more than just famine
I’d also built a cannon
One shot did away with the Earth
A themed entry today!
The perfect Utopia for me
Is one made under the sea
With no accusations
Just friendly crustaceans
What a fabulous place it would be
The naysayers all began to wail
“You’re plan is destined to fail!”
To prove them all wrong
I sang them a song
And now I must build a monorail
The rail was the tricky part
Underwater it won’t even start
With no access at all
My utopia did fall
So now I work at Kwik-E-mart
Under the sea
Under the sea
There’ll be no accusations
Just friendly crustaceans
Under the sea!
In the future we all became cannibals
My solution: Each race mimicked an animal
The French became frogs
The Aussies preferred dogs
But banned were a race full of Hannibals
For a time, animal kingdom fared well
If you ignored that decaying meat smell
All races got along
No more weak against strong
Apart from some chickens who thought to rebel
But alas, thy kingdom did fall
As old problems couldnāt be resolved at all
First, Aussies were eaten
As delicacies in Sweden
And thus the food chain was soon reinstalled
A utopian society’s a misnomer,
For my utopia is to be a loner,
Free, with no rules,
Absent of fools,
Why the thought of it gives me a boner.
But nothing good can last for long,
Especially my aforementioned schlong,
Iād get really lonely,
And purchase a pony,
To explore fantasies known to be wrong.
The horse uprising, it proved ill-fated,
But at least my lust for tail has abated,
Trampled by hooves,
Unable to move,
Being a loner is vastly overrated.
There once was a ship
Who’s look was quite hip
It was bigger than life
And cut water like a knife
It could even do a triple back flip!
We set sail upon the seas
And could go where ever we please
The horizon never ended
And the views were so splendid
We even said hello to the Chinese!
But soon ended our cruise
Which gave us the blues
Pirates came aboard
Swinging their swords
I hope they’re just here to peruse
Lol, I love how kotaku team make anyone entering competitions jump through hoops to enter. Classic.
And to think, only one person wins after all their efforts here.
Goodluck all, enjoy the prize Nicholas.
Luke
Well, it means (a) we know the winner really wanted it, and (b) it does make it easier when it comes time to judge… and more fun than just ’25 words or less’.
Now I know this is Australia’s Kotaku, but maybe there’s someone who can appreciate this.
There once was a group of warriors who were Norse
They explored by boat instead of by horse
They robbed and they pillaged
Every city, town, and village
They did so With an abundant amount of force
These men were strong and attracted the best
They could out run, out throw, and out fight the rest
They were truly great,
With skills that were innate
And would show their glory when hard pressed
But their battles would soon take a toll
And their stories- no one would extol
Because even with their war paints
They were no match for the Saints
Who went on the win the Super Bowl.
See the Shining lights
Makes this city always bright
No sleep only work
Advances abound
Everything can be done without
Leaving home ever
All work and no play
Makes jack a dull boy and that
Axe looks inviting
here another one i want to put into this entry š
my Utopia Is South Park Hahaha Well I think You already Know chaos part just randy doing his thing is chaos i would just let the homeless back in And What I Would Bring to The Game A Load Of Fun And Stiches š
:p walking around town you will see a lil fat kid stealing tvs dont worry thatās just cartman Just Donāt Follow Him You Will End Up In Trouble somehow š
Yet another hot sunny day,
I was looking for somewhere to stay,
To escape the heat,
Find something to eat,
“Hey, this place looks OK”
Snacks abound,
A low humming sound,
Delicoius aromas fill the air,
Much cooler than it was out there,
My utopia had been found.
But things started to get tough,
After that last cream puff,
Nature started to call
So I let out a bawl:
“Open the fridge door, I’ve had enough!”
There once was a utopia of sorts;
A high school not dominated by sports,
Where nerds ran the school
Where Knowledge was cool
Where it was funny to say āUse the Schwarzā.
The leaders made a noble pledge, we
Held student council wāout fear of a wedgie
āNone shall be bullied;
it will be wicked, fully!ā
Because without fear, our English got edgy.
Alas, with no one we ever had to run from,
We were too fat when we got threat of a bomb,
It was good while it last-
ed, but we couldnāt move fast.
Please send to adullard at gmail dot com.
Just re-reading that, the first line of verse 3 should be ” Alas, with no-one to ever run from”. It scans better.
Also, Schwartz. With a T.
A lumbering steel juggernaut in space
For the galaxy colonization race
My help they all sought
My response was nought
Till I saw the girl with pretty face
And then the society prospered
My own giant station I’d fostered
Advancing humanity abound
Except two that drowned
And the guy who fell in the custard
But then I called all to mass
Pulled a cigarette out to harass
Then I put down my cup
Then the station blew up
Because someone had left on the gas
I did put an email in as dowza@msn.com by the way, it didn’t show up. D’oh.
No drama. It doesn’t need to show up publicly.
A land where darkness shines,
A land that has no equal mind,
People there call it Grand.
Grand has no language barriers,
Communication is possible with everyone and everything,
Abundant amount of information emerged.
Creatures that seemed insignificant thrived,
Humans who was the smartest became challenged,
Even ants became a force.
Where Optic Fibre Roamed Free,
Where All Game Consoles Grew on Trees,
And Fields of all games as far as the eye can see…
Thus Gamers would glee at the world to be,
Thus returning Piracy back to sea where it once be,
And where Restrictions cannot be…
Alas Atkinson’s would swarm and multiply,
Planning their actions to be, to demise the utopia of thee,
Thus faulting the gamers world to be….
There once was a young lad from Melbourne,
Who thought that he could raise a hellstorm.
To give it a whirl
He took over the world
But found nothing that rhymes with Melbourne
The laws that he did enforce
Meant that PC was par for the course
And 1337, is was told
Was the language of old
And used only by those with the Force.
But the console gamers grew weary
And they distributed their fury
The Great Unwashed said,
As they split the boy’s head,
“All we want is Wii Sports, dearie.”
My city build of steal deep within the ice of Antarctic set in 1924
In the time of world war 2 before rapture As war breaks out all over the world
You went to a save heaven but when you walk into the doors made of
Steal covered in ice my Utopia Redemption It was Save before the War it was out side
At first people heard it on the radio people started picking sides and then from there
Fights started braking out then adam finely gave them that extra push the power
Of a atom bomb in the hand in a snap of a finger it is too much power for one man to handle
We tried cutting off the radio to stop all the fight but war just broke out and the chaos began
A single man gathered people around my city preaching the word of god and that he should
Be the leader he steals adam and building an army to take over my city while my people are in
War with each other so Chaos Would not take long to kick in But Find it In Your Heart To do The
Right Thing You never know who will back stab you
THANKX for Reading Much Love
Opps In my city Of Steel opps and doors made of steel sorry my spelling is crab lol š
I will illustrate
In limerick form as told
Why only I win
In my office chair life so sedentary
I will win this comp through abject pedantry
It was written ‘three versus’
A tri-combative circus
And a mis-spelling quite rudimentary
And now I shall put
An actual entry here
So mine is valid
With the aid of Norse thunder god Thor
I’ll subdue mighty dragon Trogdor
Using strong mithril lariats
He will draw all our chariots
And lead our floating islands to war
Bombarding from top of Laputa
My kingship could not be refute-a
With a congress of sages
We shall rule through the ages
And advance human science with computa
But technophiles extraordinary
Will make our robots self awarey
When they rise against their masters
We shall all need sticking plasters
As they commit genocide incendiary
I could not help it
Even my comments haiku
So do I win yet?
Also by the way
Terms and conditions are wrong
Yesterday’s platform
I have improvement
replace the “make our robots”
with “render machines”
(HAIKU)
Rocket ships fly high
Build space station in the sky
Peace. Quiet. At last
Science, art, flourish!
Mankind leaps forward decades
Life, forever changed
Alas, all must fall
Day dream ends, when heard the call
‘Steve, time for dinner’
I cannot write a limmerick.
I cannot write a song.
I cannot devise a utopia, unto which we all go wrong.
So Kotaku, kindly.
I state to you in brief.
The utopia which I’d devise, is neither one of good or grief.
Give to me the world of now.
Exactly, as it is.
But lets throw in some evil robots, to give the thing some fizz.
Imagine my green leafy tower.
Of a height so extreme youād cower.
To be built on the backs.
Of ten million macaques.
Great chimps of industrial power.
Iād send poo flinging armies your way.
You hairless freaks are their prey.
Knuckles draped in hair.
Fight them if you dare.
Iāll be crowned monkey king in a day.
But sadly my utopian tree.
Would soon be the end of me.
As Iām scared of heights.
And big baboon fights.
A revolution thereād surely be.
Mines of Cole deep within diamond caves
You will find a City Like No other they call this
Utopia made from the riches of the world greed
Tears the city apart Causing Chaos
Out of suck beautiful comes much pain the
People are driving insane over power and Adam
in the city that gave them something for nothing
a new world full of sin is born
Opps in a new world full of sin i dont know how is born got in there Lol š But Take note on Each Letter
There once was a land called Arcadia,
It was Tim Buckley who made-it-up,
Genres and their gods,
Vanilla and mods,
Life was a sweet tasting syrup.
The going was good up until,
All the gods had had their fill,
Now games are for froobs,
Polluted by noobs,
And all could hear the gamers’ shrill.
In time it began to repair,
Developers now treated gamers’ fair,
Initiative bloomed,
Creativity zoomed,
And gamers’ and games make a happy pair.
I’d like to just say that, Arcadia is in fact invented by Tim Buckley. In his CAD comic. I don’t mean to steal any IP but I thought ‘twould make an interesting Utopia. Also pronounce Arcadia so it sorta rhymes with up. =P
We aboard the land of candy
So sugar, sweet and dandy,
A place where meat is not
I knew I picked the best spot.
The smell of sweet coats our heads
No one sleeps there’s no beds,
Oh the colours that fill this place
I’ve lost my conscience, smack my face.
I cannot see, what a shame
We’ve eaten everything, who’s to blame,
Lazy are we, to fat to move
Can’t be bothered now I’ve got nothing to prove!
Perfect, ordered world.
Scientific harmony!
Each walks their set path.
The Doctor guides us.
Our resolve is strong until
Hidden past revealed…
By words from a beast:
“Take your stinking paws off me,
You damn dirty ape!”
“Choose a creative way to describe your vision ā haiku, limerick, sonnetā¦ whatever you like” ā How about my own version of Australiaās national anthem?
Kotakians, let us make a choice
Between Australia or fantasy
Letās sell our oil for aluminium foil
Lest our home be undersea
Our landās devoid of fashion sense
Like thongs which we all wear
Letās start a trend, from start to end
Australia, we must repair!
Like adult games, then let us sing
Australia, we must repair!
When clever Rudd in Chinese said
No copyright infringement please
Some guy ignored, a fine he scored
With Nintendoās legal fees
Now censorship has made us mad
On what can or canāt be shown
But some fight with courage, skill and wit
Young men of names unknown
Like Sydney trains, then let us sing
Australia, we must repair!
Pretending to be in a utopian dream
An ideal Iāll always dismiss
This land is fine, it needs no time
Our utopia already exists
Sure, some men fight and steal and kill
But through consoles on a chair
With nought to gain, then let us sing
Australia, we have repaired!
But human nature is never stable
Our world must change in time
Whatās funny then isnāt funny now
Political incorrectness, now a crime
We gamers will now take up the stand
And fight for what is fair
In a society of mediocrity
Australia, we will repair!
Oops, posted in wrong day. Please delete!
To describe the rise, success and fall of my utopia I’ve attempted all three:
Words without shadows,
speaking in full sentences.
Vision this Eden
Be it printed media, the tube or online
Each spoken word to the ear so divine
No dropping of vowels,
or swapping s for z fouls.
This be the utmost Shangri-La I’d design
The teenagers you see wouldn’t utter a chime.
Suddenly they’d have no words to remark,
faces red with ire but no way to bark.
Remember only full words or its a crime,
I wouldn’t imprison but dock them a dime.
The mother tongue should be shared with full spark,
it shouldn’t be butchered and feed to a shark.
I fight a great battle against time,
this fear I do have deep down in my heart.
Impossible to keep them all silent
I’d continue to fight with sound honor.
No matter my resistance one day out; smart.
It’ll crash and burn and become violent
the moment I utter “lolz” I’m a goner.