Mass Effect 3 is less than a month away and, according to Amazon, my diapers will be shipped just in time. I played the first two games as an upstanding Paragon, but this time around, I’m ready to don the leather and spikes (or whatever the space equivalent may be… facial scars?) and aim for full renegade. I’m done playing nice. Some characters have frayed my nerves, and if given the opportunity, I know just the five I would jettison or headshot first.
How did this ant turd survive the Sovereign attacks and all the other Citadel business? I don’t know what kind of mob business he has or what deals he’s struck with the Shadow Broker, but there’s gotta be something dirty on him. No politician endures that kind of tenure without some sort of conspiracy popping up. Maybe he’s Anderson’s secret lover. I don’t see how he could be still around otherwise.
I’ve never met Jessica Chobot. Before the announcement of her voice acting role in the game, I just assumed she was just another piece of eye candy. Business is business and companies will do what they can to engage money-wielding audiences. But as a gaming journalist, there is an ethical discrepancy in previewing and then promoting a game due to personal involvement. I will admit a small percentage of my bloodlust is a result of jealousy, but that doesn’t make offing Allers any less satisfying.
Back in ME1, I didn’t know that characters could be killed off, and I trusted Ashley to be able to handle herself, so I decided to double back for Kaidan. Little did I know, I had sacrificed one of my best combat specialists and rescued a needy, jealous, xenophobic man without enough decency to salute a former commanding officer upon reunion in ME2. As Tali would say, that Bosh’tet!
“A man’s man” he calls himself. As far as I can tell, Anderson just ruminated on the Citadel balcony all day while I was out sweating bullets in space. No matter what I asked him, it led to the same set of responses with the same wistful longing for the old days. By ME3, they grounded me and took away my ship. What a useless politician.
Alright, so I don’t want Thane to die. I just doubt that those bulbous, persnickety Hanar would’ve found a cure for his Kepral’s Syndrome in time for the Reaper invasion. I have to be prepared for the mercy kill. There is no universe where I would want Thane to suffer.
A quick review of this list makes me realize that I seem to have a rather selective hatred for humans. Not true. To quell any such allegations, I will be saving the galaxy come the first week of March.