Lwyn wrote...
Hi, guys. First post like so many others. Need to vent. Try to bear.
So, the ending. I have never been so disappointed with an ending to anything, let alone a video game. I actually felt physical pain after I realised that the ending that we got was all there is. This series is the cornerstone of my PC gaming career. Story ahead. It's long.
In 2008, at the age of 18, I died, physically (I got better). I collapsed to a bathroom due to tachycardia and was technically dead for 10 minutes. No definite medical reason was ever found. After that day I have been unable to walk properly (still can't) due to which I was practically institutionalised for a year. During that time I could only play video games on weekends, on a laptop.
After a while, I got back home and got a PC, my first proper PC that could actually run games. I bought one called Mass Effect from Steam as I remembered it got good review scores. I played it and loved it. I still remember vividly how I played from Ilos to the end, at night, in a trance-like state. I was unable to stop until it was done. I gave it a mental standing ovation.
Then I looked into things and learned of Mass Effect 2. I had to have it and so I did. It, of course, did not have the same unforgettable effect as Mass Effect 1, but it was still amazing. I got everyone to survive because that's who I am. It also introduced many characters that I love dearly to this day, Legion, Thane, Mordin, Grunt.
Next up, Lair of the Shadow Broker. Best DLC I have ever bought. And it brought back Liara, who was my love interest from MassEffect. Preparing for the eventual launch of Mass Effect 3, the grand finale of everything.
And then, on the 8th of March 2012, the time had come. I dived back in determined to achieve the same trance I did on Ilos. On the way I cured the Genophage, united the Quarians and Geth, witnessed the deaths of Legion, Mordin, Thane and almost Grunt (don't you dare leave me Grunt). They died for a cause, a good cause. Then came the final stretch, assault on Earth. When the fleets arrived, my fleets, I knew that trance would be achieved soon. And it was. Then the unimaginable happened, the white lift of dread appeared (after an incredible scene with Anderson). I was in shock at the prospect of the choices, all of which were terrible. I am to sacrifice myself and destroy the Relays? Why? I would doom everyone I gathered to help me. I went for synthesis and thought it was the least bad choice. Colors happened and Normandy crashed. My crew abandoned me, Liara abandoned me, everyone left me there, nobody cared.
All this time I had hope, hope against Sovereign, hope against the Collectors, hope for Earth. And then that hope was taken by an apparition of all things. If you made it this far, you have guessed that this franchise is heavily linked to me not being able to walk after my incident. That too requires hope, hope that was taken, symbolically, by the apparition. All because Bioware apparently did not care enough to provide proper closure. There was never any hope, it was a lie.
A Future for the Krogan is beautiful composition, and also a lie. There is no future, nor hope. And now I'm crying again. I hope you are pleased, Bioware.
*claps hand on shoulder* hold the line Soldier; I got your back if you stumble as others have mine. We shall not fail......We Will HOLD THE LINE....