“I am Andrew Ryan and I’m here to ask you a question: Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his own brow? No, says the man in Washington. It belongs to the poor. No, says the man in the Vatican. It belongs to God. No, says the man in Moscow. It belongs to everyone. I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose, Rapture. A city where the artist would not fear the censor. Where the scientist would not be bound by Petty morality. Where the great would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.”—
This is probably one of the greatest lines ever seen by my eyes. This lines and the game which come with it brought me to think about my religion, my faith, others around me and why did I care about it. It ask me a lot of whys that could send me right to madness if I don’t stop thinking about it.
Most of the time it ask me why someone do something to other someone. Mostly it’s about bad things. Just like how Andrew Ryan’s personal retreat was burned to the ground because, hmm.. I couldn’t quite explain to you. How about you read it from the wiki of the man himself. here