WIN! Bioshock 2 Game and Prize Pack (PS3)

Bioshock 2 is in stores. Rapture is upon us. All this week we have games and prize packs to giveaway. PS3 owners get the final chance to win themselves a sexy sauce prize pack of artbook, figurine, hoodie, keyring, and the game. Get creative with your Utopian vision to win!

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. Choose a creative way to describe your vision - haiku, limerick, sonnet... whatever you like. Make it the most entertaining and you'll have a shot at the prize. Note: I'm a stickler for meter when it comes to poems, so it's hard to win if you miss the correct limerick beat, or get your haiku syllables wrong. Anyone game to have a crack at iambic pentameter?

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 Monday.

Thursday's Xbox 360 prize pack draw was another cracker. Massively impressive efforts. The winner is Robert, for a nice creative tie-in, with a good Aussie vision of our carnivorous future.

Good luck!

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    Gather round young children
    And I’ll tell you a tale
    Of fan boys and fan girls
    Of epic win and of fail

    You see there was a great leader
    Who was to unite the clans
    He sent forth his messengers
    And he sought out the fans

    There where Trekkies and Otakus
    Twilights, Lolitas and Gamers
    Storm Troopers, Steam Punkers
    And even some Pokemon trainers

    From the corners of the globe
    The fans came to the con
    But as to how the live peacefully
    That could not be agreed upon

    Twi-fans thought themselves vampires
    But where really just pale
    And if you are too much into Lolitas
    You might end up in Jail

    The Troopers and Punkers
    Got into a fight
    Scifi or alt-history
    Which one was right

    The trainers tried to catch
    All of the Trekkies in balls
    And those anime fans
    Went to buy DVDs from the mall

    At the end of the day
    The fan utopia was through
    All had died in their fandom
    (Except the gamers playing Bioshock 2)

    Pobjtopia

    Elephants. It’s all about elephants. You see they are massive. Any utopia needs massiveness. You ride to work on an Elephant, you get a park and people make way for you. You turn up at a club with an elephant and you’re in. There’s nothing that having an elephant won’t get you. Even the chicks love Elephants!

    However, for this to work, you would have to be the only one with an Elephant. So in Pobjtopia there would be a police force made of Navy Seals. And they would enforce the Phant Law which will state clearly that Elephants are only to be owned by me. They would rule from the sky in Black Hawks. Or maybe on them.

    Now the ideal place for this has to be Rhodes, Sydney. Basically you knock down everything there at present, build a massive Circus tent, and then turn it in to a convertible so you can cover it when it rains, and then you build massive houses with 7 bedrooms and 6 bathrooms but only give people enough furniture for 3 bedrooms. That way they know their place. Everyone works their normal job so they are not around during the day to bother you and at night they go shopping for you for 1 hour to give you gifts. Then they can have their own time to spend how they wish. It tastes great.

    So, people can do what they like, except own Elephants, and anything else that I don’t particularly approve of.

    The only possible downside of this Pobjtopia is that people may not turn up on day one, and of those who do, I imagine they would be nothing short of nuts. So, I imagine within 35 minutes things would start to look ugly. But for 34 minutes, I was master of my domain, Rhodes and an awesome elephant!

    (By the way, I really own an elephant and I REALLY want Bioshock 2. Other than that I have no evil plans for the suburb of Rhodes. They are safe, for now)

    I wanted to build a city based on trust but I was

    Dumb tothink the first years everything was okthen
    Redemption Kicked in the deserted wanted to clam
    Everything back sand covered my city my utopia
    A man once said to me to build suck beauty comes
    Much cost I did not think this was true

    Of course It Was People Started getting sick
    Fight each other stealing and looting

    The city went to hell cover by sand light is
    Hard to come by down here and its so hot
    Everything is going to hell hacked bots are

    Rebelling and killing off everybody
    Eve and ammo what u need to survive
    Down here and being able to hack does too
    Everything is not asit seems for there is a hidden
    Master Code between these walls that will hold
    Power that can crush
    The world or change mankind for the better
    I Made Science My Friend in the End it turned onme
    Outof anger I have grown to call this place home i
    Named it Redemption

    i know i entered it lastnight but i will give another shot because its tight haha

      This is My Last Try

    BEER EVRRYWHERE!!
    Beer on the WALLS on the FLOOR on the CARPET. In fact that's not seawater outside that window.. IT'S BEER! HA!

    moar bier.

    :(

    A place was made where
    Science was to become the
    Way to improve man

    Brains made immortal
    People Rejoice at the thought
    Cyborgs we became

    Many lost their minds
    While others feel soulless so
    Kill ourselves we must

    My utopia is Xanadu (i.e. the 1980s film), with roller skating and lycra aplenty. Disco would reign supreme in a society built inside a gigantic roller-cade amphitheater, where the only travel ordained is by blessed roller-skate (walking is outlawed).

    All would worship effigies of Olivia Newton John, and endorsements for handheld gaming consoles for use by senior citizens would play in public gathering places 24/7.

    This perfect civilization would prosper until the invasion of Delta Goodrem (the ‘Promotions-Harlot’) and her invading PR-forces. Delta’s quest is to consume all endorsement deals throughout the galaxy, and be the promotional face for all products in existence. She would assimilate Olivier Newton John’s divine image and transend through the endorsement deal for hand-held gaming console. From then forth she would pedal silly image and vocal filters for all gaming systems.

    Experience our Utopian vision
    It begins with an incision
    And so began his address
    He did not wane or digress
    He promised all provision

    We lined up by the hundred
    All hopes and dreams wondered
    With chips in our hands
    Our freedoms expand
    A million souls plundered

    We now live in a police state
    While those above us dictate
    Free will is an illusion
    We have reached our conclusion
    Slavery is our fate

      Bah, minor revision.

      Experience our Utopian vision
      It begins with an incision
      And so began his address
      He did not wane or digress
      He promised all provision

      We lined up by the hundred
      All hopes and dreams wondered
      With chips in our hands
      Our freedom expands
      A million souls plundered

      We now live in a police state
      While those above us dictate
      Free will is an illusion
      We have reached our conclusion
      Slavery is our fate

      Not quite sure how that happened.

    A World Without Michael Atkinson

    A world without Michael Atkinson,
    oh what a world that would be!
    We'd all have freedom of choice!
    R18+ games for you and for me.

    A world without Michael Atkinson,
    would be perfect by any means.
    We must eliminate this threat now,
    or be treated collectively as teens.

    A world without Michael Atkinson,
    a place where gamers can rejoice!
    We'd have blood, sex, guts & gore!
    Gamers would unite, under one voice.

    A world without Michael Atkinson,
    kids will thank us when they grow up.
    We all need to work together and say
    "Atkinson, just shut the f**k up."

    Utopia found
    kotaku comments better
    arguments removed

    happiness arrives
    not kicked to australian site
    kotaku dot com

    games that matter now
    compelling stories are told
    graphics can't sustain

    my bio will shock
    haiku is not a past time
    motivation found

    creative contest
    no longer is subjective
    I win all the time

    Before you read this epic sonnet you really need this photo as reference. And by reference i mean, print it out now and write the words over the photo so it comes alive. magic.
    find it here: http://s3.amazonaws.com/giles/rspec_122908/dinosaurs_lasers.jpg

    Also, my attempt at iambic pentameter didn't go further than making each line 10 syllables.

    enough talk! get your print outs ready...

    Sonnet 1 - Terautopiandactyle.

    Here I sit controls in hand getting pwnd
    A portal appears in my floor to Jur’!
    “The magic city of raptors”, Lex warned.
    Let’s save the princess! I screamed like a purr.
    After days of training, and a montage
    I climbed Dino peak to view my new land
    I find a raptor tooth sword and massage!
    Relaxed I now finish my quest at hand
    Slaying T-Rex baddies armed with lasers
    I ride a brontosaurus to glory
    with my scientists the “Bronte Blazers”
    We build ‘Jur park’ to end the sweet story.
    Now I’m back home on my couch with a beck’s
    full of courage and my arm around Lex...

    true story.

    In my utopia, name Palstrandia, everyone works 3 day weeks. This is in cycles so only a portion of the populationis working at one time. This is also 24hrs a day, nothing needs to close. This will solve unemployment and means there is always something to do at any time of day.

    We would found Palstrandia in the cook islands. This is because it is pretty far from everywhere, small enough that an elite armed unit could “Secure” it, and no other country should notice for a while. By the time they do and the UN decide to do anything it will be too late. Palstrandia will have begun and everyone there will be happy. So they won’t ask for “Help”.

    I would have a giant dome built to cover us, built of solar pannels. This will protect us from global warming by having controlled temperatures inside. It will also power the ecofriendly homes inside. People can still come and go but if the other countries stuff up the world we will still be safe.

    Finally once I had established all the Laws of Palstrandia I would have a ship built to carry my body in cryostasis into space to be awoken in times of great peril so that I can return to save the citizens on Palstrandia. Either that or be found by an alien race in a solar system with a blue sun that imbues me with supernatural powers and spend the rest of my life doing heroic deeds while hiding my true identity.

    I dreamed last night with fevered head,
    I lived on stage with Flaming Lips,
    The sky was thick with glittered light,
    It was the bestest ever night.

    When I awoke, McQueen is dead,
    I have to work, to pay the rent,
    Tonight I'll drink ten toasts to him
    And sleep, perchance to dream again.

    Myself, my love, two friends, a pub and beer
    We sit, we talk, we laugh for all to hark
    Our thongs, they stick with sweat and crinkles cut
    With sun on glass our amber hearts do cheer

    Our paradise is wrought asunder now
    A call, for help, does Little Sister cry
    My darling's plasmid blast, watch splicer die
    Now Eden, here, returns on this my round

    There once was a place so fine
    Everyone who was there felt divine
    All consoles were equals
    Only good games got sequels
    And there were no fan bois to whine

    Up in the mountains so high
    Far away from those who classify
    Every game age appropriate
    Much better that opiate
    How could this end and why

    All who lived here felt rich
    But alas there was a big hitch
    A glacier fell down
    And crushed this fine town
    Gee global warmings a bitch!

    Utopia mine
    nought but a simple request
    jar jar stricken. Gone

    Cheers for yesterdays win, I think the original Bioshock is my favorite game ever so looking forward to playing the second one. Thanks and good luck all on the PS3 version.

    To be honest, if I had the control,
    Then I would do things the same, the world whole,
    Be home with my wife,
    the love of my life,
    I would still commute and I'd pay the toll.

    For all its challenges, still I would work,
    leave the world as it is, with all its perks.
    And all the bad too,
    war, violence and coups.
    I'd keep it all, including the jerks.

    You must think I'm mad, a bit of a crock,
    but listen, before you pelt me with rocks,
    it is on this earth,
    history gave birth,
    to events that inspired Bioshock.

    It was the shot heard around the world. Or possibly just the shops, no one could be quite sure. Acoustics, as it would turn out, could be quite deceptive at the best of times, and downright dangerous at the worst of times. As it so happened, the beginning of this tall tale took place at one of the worse times. To be precise, five o’clock in the evening on a Tuesday, just after everyone had left their offices, but not before they had managed to navigate the ever-dense jungle of traffic that took up the streets like a child takes up sugar.

    Employees at the game store lay on the floor, hands behind their heads, fearing for their lives. Nerds had hit the bank hard, and conveniently for them, during the inter-staff twister tournament, when everyone was on the floor anyway. Ignoring the frivolity that only family board games can provide, the heist was your standard arms in the air affair, with plenty of shouting, touting of stats, and threats to put caps in…well to place caps.

    Employee of the month June Whitmore (who, incidentally, had not won in the month of June, but in a cruel twist of fate, October) lay next to the Big Daddy display as the pimpled men went about their dirty deeds, and sobbed to herself. Not only had she crinkled her brand new top that cost half a month’s salary, she was being robbed on her birthday. And she was sure there was cake waiting for her at home. She continued to weep silently, and wondered if there was anyone out there who could stop the recent spate of Bioshock-related-tomfoolery that had plagued her fair city and save them all.

    Unfortunately for her, there was. And at this very minute, they were being chased four streets away by a horde of senile seniors, brandishing canes and boiled sweets, and chanting about the good old days of Ataris and Commodores.

    Saved, it seemed, was a relative term.

    My Utopia is simple.

    My Utopia is giving a free copy of Bioshock 2 to my husband.

    My Utopia is my husband rewarding me with the cash he has saved since he no longer has to buy Bioshock 2.

    My Utopia is my husband being able to play Bioshock 2 in peace.

    My Utopia is being able to go shopping in peace.

    My Utopia is simple.

    Please give me My Utopia.

    To the Tune of Blondie's Rapture:

    Toe to toe
    fighting very close
    Plasmids firing
    until you’re comatose
    Wall to wall
    Daddy’s hypnotised
    And they're stepping heavily
    Stuck each night in Rapture

    Gathering Adam
    little sisters
    Spindly movements
    And a mass attack

    Face to face
    simply terrified
    And it's finger chopping
    Twenty-four hour dying in Rapture

    Tenenbaum told me everybody's high
    Atlas spinnin' not savin' my mind
    Adam is fast, Adam is cool
    Fontain say don’t be a fool
    And you don't stop, Suchong
    Ryan is makin’ you do wrong

    And you get in your sphere and you trip real far
    And you dive all night and you’ll see no light
    And it fills with water and sinks to the ground
    And out comes a man from above
    And you try to run but he's got a gun
    And he shoots your head and freezes you dead
    And then you're in the main foyer
    Dancing with an ex-lawyer
    You kill many slicers
    to make the place nicer
    And you don't stop, you keep on killing stars
    And you just get more scars
    You go out at night and into the deserted streets
    Race to face, fight cheek to cheek
    One to many and man on man
    Fighting toe to toe
    Don't move too slow, 'cause the Big Dad
    Is through with slicers and he’s very mad
    wall to wall, Through door and door, up hall to hall
    He's gonna get 'em all
    Rapture, be pure
    Take a tour, through the sewer
    You’ll strain your brain, go insane
    You'll be singin' la la in the rain
    I said don't stop, drop a block

    Well now you see what you wanna be
    Make your choice on the VT
    'Cause the man upstairs he won’t care
    And now he's gone back down to hell
    None of this bodes too well
    And you flip flop, but you don't stop
    Just blast em with a sure shot
    'Cause the man over there is killing and screaming
    And now he smokes cigars, level up!

    Games created but weren't for free
    Bioshock landed with comp. I see,
    Letters and text to fill this space
    I deck this page with filling trace
    Now the rest are left to plea.

    I glace across the forbidden wall
    I win by a blistering brawl,
    Lazy as the cats I've become
    Spoken by an Englishman
    For now they beg in a zealous crawl.

    Riots and floods by terminal pursuit
    While blood sheds thus we pollute,
    I'm left alone at home to play
    Arm and legs let it rain
    With a beer in my hand now I salute.

    The rise and fall of the utopia family:

    Big Daddy works hard
    all day long, in heavy suit
    drilling in rapture

    Little Sister plays
    little nurse, giant needles
    collecting adam

    Big Sister grows up
    messed up girl, drug addiction
    tripping on adam

    Little Brother cries
    lonely child, empty and sad
    slaughtering kittens

    Big Mama gives up
    broken home, beyond salvage
    weeping with sorrow

    I haven't played bioshock, but I guess Rapture broke down because all the big mamas left?

    Island where all becomes clear.

    Solid ground beneath your feet.

    The only roads are those that offer access.

    Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs.

    The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here
    with branches disentangled since time immemorial.

    The Tree of Understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple,
    sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It.

    The thicker the woods, the vaster the vista:
    the Valley of Obviously.

    If any doubts arise, the wind dispels them instantly.

    Echoes stir unsummoned
    and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds.

    On the right a cave where Meaning lies.

    On the left the Lake of Deep Conviction.
    Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface.

    Unshakable Confidence towers over the valley.
    Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things.

    For all its charms, the island is uninhabited,
    and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches
    turn without exception to the sea.

    As if all you can do here is leave
    and plunge, never to return, into the depths.

    Into unfathomable life.

      Tsk, tsk.

      http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1996/poems-1-e.html

    President P.Molyneux welcomes you to Pre-Alpha ville.

    The climate in Pre-Alpha ville has not been the greatest of late. Our President has often
    reneged on certain bills over the last few months. Bills that were parlimentary
    promises which got him elected in the first place.
    Needless to say these issues have caused chaos on the streets.
    Many assasination attempts on the presidents life have been made,
    yet speacial Spartan forces have foiled these attempts by moving the president to yet another castle,
    causing further frustrations to terrorist group THE SONS OF LIBERTY.
    Local Virtua Cops who were initially dispatched, continue to experience difficulty
    supressing the growing violence with their standard issue Wii remote firearms.

    Thanks to their unique ability of dodging conveniently placed crates or barrels,
    Cerberus Networks have dispatched their finest generically named anti- heros.
    A task force of heavily armed forces also known as 'Big Daddy's' have also been deployed, yet
    are being held up by the loading times of their elevators.
    Stealthier class "Little Sister's had also been rumoured to have been deployed, but it
    has been found they opted to front for a Women's right rally for "Equal Sonic Rings in the workplace", instead.

    It's become so unsafe of a place, that even the Dural Mimes, talented 'NPC' actors able
    to chanel poor A.I. attempting to escape the obstacle of a corner,as they continously get stuck.
    They used to litter the streets with their humurous antics and repeated dialogue trees that I would throw
    them a few Sonic Rings their way for their ability to chanel the great silverscreen NPC's of yore.
    Yes, Sonic Rings, that is the currency that is used in Pre-Alpha ville.
    Where the monetary value is 1/1. Where being the victim of a robbing or attack has you spray out rings out of fear or injury.

    But as a light sprinkle of acid binary code rain touches my face, curtesy of the Black Masa facility, I realise that all is not lost.
    There is a new faction rising, aiming to restore life to the days of Beta Code.
    Armed with BFG's, Spartan Lasers, Red shells and Groove-A-Tron grenades, they plan on taking back this town...and with force.

    The idea of a utopia such as Rapture, may have sunk with it's inhabitants.
    They were greedy for EVE as my quench for Demon's Souls is.
    But there are many here, who are willing to fight back.
    "All your Base are Belong to us", NO MORE !!
    With my odd tasting Mountain Dew Game fuel beverage in one hand and my crowbar in the other.
    Sure, I may be abit shy and not talk, but my followers seem to notice my actions and follow me on a whim.
    And as our targets' heads have been placed on a deck of playing cards, Aptly labelled "Eyes of Judgment".
    Our hungry eyes are ready to take down President Molyneux, VP Kotick and senator Atkinson and the rest.
    All will meet my inverted slash and thrust of my crowbar as Ilead my people to Victoly!
    "What is a man?" if we cannot fight back and reclaim what is ours?
    Let's strength be granted, so the world might be mended..............so th world might be ended.

    This is pre-Alpha ville, this is my utopia. Sure it's not perfect, but then again, life never is.
    And after the bugs have been ironed out, and a few focus groups later. I have no doubt,
    Pre-Alpha ville will be Gold. And a fine place to be Live, and call Home.

    DOH.
    Correction: Let’s strength be granted, so the world might be mended…………..so th world might be mended.

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