Bioshock 2 was superb, but it clearly fell short of--ok enough, let's get to it. DAY 2, PROBLEM 2:

~ MORALITY ~

We'll give the devs credit, they've got such a twisted sense of morality, they'd fit well in Rapture. No, I don't mean the magically healing hand of your Big Daddy stroking little girls' foreheads to make sea slugs hiding in their bellies evaporate. No, we're talking about something different, something impossible, something that...the 2k team seemed to completely drop the ball on. What is it you ask? Well, you didn't but I'll tell you anyway: morality. This aspect of the game was no doubt improved over the original's: four endings (I'll say no more), increased Little Sister choices, and choosing whether or not to bash in the heads of a grouchy old jazz singer, a nasally-voiced perv, and a blob. Yeah...blob. The first two were nice if not shallow additions, but ole Gil screaming in that tube of his... Allow me to give you give you a parable. Bob works a scientist in a remote civilization. In his research, Bob makes people go crazy. Bob goes crazy. But before Bob goes crazy, he asks you (in his diary) to kill him no matter what he says once he goes completely insane. Well, surprise. Bob's gone so bat**** crazy he'd fit right in waiting in line for the midnight premier of Twilight.

You read the diary, and have the option of killing him (which is what he wanted). But Bob, now an evil mastermind blob in a tube, pleads for his life. A man chooses, a slave obeys, right? Wrong. Listen to his sane self and kill him and you get an evil ending with cloudy skies and floating bodies. Listen to the pyschopath floating in his own goo that's sending Rapture to hell and let him live, and... Sunshine and a sparkling ocean when you beat the game and a Little Sister that loves you! Now, replace 'Bob' with 'Gil', and you have Bioshock 2. The problem here is that this scenario completely blows away the game's credibility in handling moral choice. But don't worry, you get a nice little silver trophy for your Playstation screen entitled Savior to make you feel better for screwin' the poor guy over. Disagree? Well, then I guess I just have one final thing to say to you: Bob chose, you obeyed.