I am Andrew Ryan, and I’m here to ask you a question.

Is a man not entitled to the check of his vibe?
‘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 vibes would not fear the check.
Where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality vibes.
Where the great vibes would not be constrained by the small vibes!

And with the check of your vibe, Rapture can become your city as well.