Transcript: Imagine you are a child -- born here, under water. You've never seen the sun... but Rapture is a secret. Contact with the surface is forbidden. So, your parents bring you somewhere to feed you ice lollies and terrify you out of ever leaving the perfect city all around you. That's Ryan Amusements -- and I consulted on it. This concludes my business with Ryan Industries... permanently.
Location: Cult of Rapture Website.
Behind the ScenesEdit
- This removed audio diary is also featured in the localization texts under the name "Parting Ways With Ryan," and is associated to the file EDU_L_Lamb_Log_01.