ren, I really like your Cousland. Do you, by chance, have any more screens with her? I just want to see that face in some other angle. Also, out of curiosity, how do you properly read her name? In my language the umlaut+e is read as "yoh" so it would be "Sabriyol' ", but I want to know how you intended it to be read.
Ha! It's Thyra on your avatar, right? She looks so different now. Ah, the magic of angles. She's made from the last vanilla preset, right? The bald one? I'd recognize it anywhere; it always has that sweet smile.
Ghost, ah, that's what. Fair enough. I share your sadness at not being able to romance Samara (my entire first playthrough I just hung on her every word, occasionally proclaiming to myself that this is a true goddess), but not the anger, since I thought that much was established in ME2? Or did I, once again, overlook something?
And about the dresses, I too can't see them in Brown Ferelden, but the last one especially looks like a dress someone in Orlais might wear and not stand out. This seems like the perfect moment to post that mage-hats comic again XDD
Amirit, I know you already stated that you will try other classes, but let me help you ease into the rogue-Commander idea. Lemme paint you a picture with the Engineer class, often perceived as the least cool one.
One person sets an entire room ablaze with a single wave of an omni-tool clad hand, making all the enemies' weapons explode right up their face pipes. When the smoke clears, all you see is them impotently running around like a colony of bunnies; shieldless, unable to activate any skills due to severe nerve damage. And, what's that there?! A krogan Battlemaster, lying at the attacker's feet, motionless, but seemingly unharmed. That same person calmly takes out a pistol and guns all the helpless mooks down one by one, easily exterminating everyone with a scant few shots, since their defenses have been rendered useless. The Battlemaster didn't even have time to recover from neural shock, when a shotgun blast to the head took him out. But, suddenly, two geth colossi drop from the sky! What's one person against two hyper-advanced intelligent tanks?! It's over, you would think, but their intelligence shall be their undoing. Barely two taps on the omni-tool are needed for our hero to turn the robotic monsters against each other. When only one remains, having been weakened by the comrade it turned against and subsequently killed, it turns its sights on the organic offender. Sadly, it can’t do anything, with its circuits immediately fried and already weak shields stripped. The soldier silently walks up to the colossus and destroys it with a couple of shotgun rounds at point blank range.
Would you not let this person be your commander? The point of this overly long semi-fanfiction is that Shepard is the most badass mofo on any battlefield, no matter their class. Revel in your innate commanderness!
Modifié par MrFlipFlops, 05 octobre 2012 - 04:07 .