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For the first hour, it was bliss. He walked through Fort Frolic, tanking hits that would have obliterated him before. He bought every Plasmid, upgraded every weapon. The anxiety of survival was gone.

The text box cleared and a small, pixel-art icon of a wrench appeared in the corner of his screen, hovering over his desktop wallpaper. bioshock trainer fling

"Much better," he whispered.

The neon lights of the underwater city of Rapture flickered against the glass tunnel, casting long, jittery shadows. Mark sat hunched over his keyboard, his in-game wrench dripping with virtual blood. He was stuck. Badly. For the first hour, it was bliss