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.
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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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