Someone With Mass wrote...
Arcian wrote...
NuclearBuddha wrote...
Not to mention that Rannoch didn't have insects.
Source?
If you've done Tali's romance, you'd know.
I did it ONCE, three days after release and thought it was kind of cute in a "well, I'm only eating this saccharine-overflowing cake once for lulz, or I will get f***ing diabetes". I pretty much objected to her sudden moeification from the start, which in my opinion was a parsec-leap from her personality in ME1 (SPACE KAYLEE? WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU? WHYYY?). Then, I read fanfiction. And then, I saw the fanart. Suddenly, my soul was stricken with a malady I had never previously known of or encountered, an affliction so severe that I was left mentally weakened for weeks after I had managed to tear my eyes from the madness. This, naturally, permanently ended my interest in her as a romantic partner. I'm simply not sticking my happystick in places doused in other people's crazy.
"But hypocrisy, good sir! You adore Garrus!" That I do, no secret about it. I do like Garrus a whole lot, cause the dude's a gigantic bro radiating awesome with every breath, healing the sick, mending the broken and pleasing women (and men) everywhere with naught but a whispered word! How is this bro-reverence any different from, say, the way Talimancers treat Tali? Well, in terms of magnitude, maybe not at all. But in terms of essence, it is completely different. The Bro-aura, or "Broura" that connect all Brokarians is a thing of uplifting, of bonding and undiluted awesome, while Talimancing is a justified, enticing but dangerous practice of adoration, emotion and pursuit of carnal lust that might lead you to what survivors refer to as "Adoration Abyss."
Reaching into that area in people's minds is like staring into the heart-shape on the stomach of a carebear and suddenly realizing that metaphorical door doesn't lead anywhere but into its mess of cheerfully singing intestines, coated and sprinkled with sugar, roses and nausea-inducing giggles that could break the will of good old God himself should he ever look down far enough to see it. It looks completely harmless to us uninitiated mortals, but that's just because human eyes were never designed to see the true shape and form of Hell itself. And I am not Dante. I am most certainly not Dante.
[/what was that and you don't even]
Ahem. I digress. Getting back to my original point, I haven't done her romance again after that. Ever. I seem to have completely missed the part about insects which, given my non-existant penchant for wooing quiet shrinking violets, is kind of understandable.
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