Fanon Backstory-Roland Wallace

                                                             I'm a dead man.
                    I killed and have been killed,
  They lured me in with promises of plasmids and money.My greed led me to agree and to become a tester.This cost me my life.
  They took me through their facilities, to a sterilized room, where I was strapped to a table. They started telling me it was for safety, but I was starting to wonder who's safety it was for. The nurse pulled out an audio diary, to keep a record of results.
  "Enrage plasmid test for Fontaine Industries," said Suchong, a rat in many ways, and he he lifted the plasmid, the metal of its needle shining in the harsh glow of the operating light. "Injecting Plasmid." The needle pierced my skin, the liquid inside fusing with my genes, mutating them.

                                                       Then it all went wrong.
   Anger and hatred swelled through my body, sweeping away my control, as if someone was coming, and pushing me away from my own controls.I was trapped inside, all I could do was let out a scream.
   The nurse was there, trying to tighten my straps, but it didn't work. I broke through them. Almost right away, Suchong was out of the room, leaving the nurse to my animal blood lust. I grabbed a saw, the metal spikes glistening like the needle laying on the floor, where the nurse had dropped it. I brought it down against the side of her neck, killing her, and getting her body stuck onto the side of a medical cabinet.
   The rage ended.I look around myself, and started to feel cold.I was going into shock.I looked toward the door, and Suchong strolled in, a pistol in his hands. He brought it up to my forehead, and fired a round into my skull.The last thing I heard alive was a uncaring, numb "experiment failed.".
   I don't like what I did, taking a life, but it wasn't in my fault.I couldn't control myself, it was the plasmid.It was Suchong's damned experiments.


  Looking back, Rapture was much less than what Andrew Ryan had promised.He promised paradise away from repression.All I got was lies and death.
One thing is for sure....
Fontaine, Suchong, and all those rats are better dead.