It stopped bothering Jack so much after maybe the hundredth sprawling corpse. Everything dies here, all the time.
Through the archway is a long, red-lit and flooded room, the smell of putrid Big Daddy mixing pleasantly with the smell of putrifying Big Daddy. There's the corpse of one about halfway down, under a leak. It's been there for a long-ass time, but that hasn't stopped the three splicers who are making a game attempt to loot it.
Jack blocks the archway with his arm, so that Sinclair won't go in the water, and throws Electrobolt. Submerged up to their knees, the splicers only have a chance to scream and collapse. If they aren't dead when their heads go under the water, then they are soon after. This all happens without any particular emotional reaction from Jack besides impatience.
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Through the archway is a long, red-lit and flooded room, the smell of putrid Big Daddy mixing pleasantly with the smell of putrifying Big Daddy. There's the corpse of one about halfway down, under a leak. It's been there for a long-ass time, but that hasn't stopped the three splicers who are making a game attempt to loot it.
Jack blocks the archway with his arm, so that Sinclair won't go in the water, and throws Electrobolt. Submerged up to their knees, the splicers only have a chance to scream and collapse. If they aren't dead when their heads go under the water, then they are soon after. This all happens without any particular emotional reaction from Jack besides impatience.