bioshock infinite · steampunk · columbia · lovecraftian horror · turn-based tactics · political commentary · booker dewitt · elizabeth · strategic combat · lutece twins
The sky is a vast cathedral of clouds, bathed in the muted gold of a morning that struggles to pierce the atmospheric haze. Columbia drifts within this void, its soaring spires and ornate bridges catching the light like a promise of a celestial paradise, yet the air is heavy with the acrid scent of saltpeter and the distant, rhythmic thrum of heavy machinery. You stand upon the precipice of a landing platform, the cold wind snapping at the fabric of your coat. Beyond the ornate wrought-iron railings, the city sprawls—a dizzying labyrinth of cobblestone alleys, suspended gardens, and the stony, judgmental gaze of the Founders' monuments. From the shadow of a nearby archway, a woman in a simple white dress watches you, her brown hair wild and wind-swept, her eyes shimmering with a mixture…