Bioware made a wonderful, huge and interactive galaxy we have come to know well and have come to love. Then, they made a uniform, a rank and a name. Some may be of opinion that it's art, that it's BioWare's story to tell - but we were the ones who wore that uniform into battle.
We crafted Shepard's face with detail and patience. We chose his background. We chose his career. We chose his class and specialization. In our minds we gave him a personality, and then we took humanity by the hand and properly introduced ourselves to the galaxy by defeating the geth, Sovereign and Saren in a battle of unprecedented scale.
We made choices that ended the lives of many. Some of them our own beloved crew. We chose who lived and who died and regretted having to make that choice, having to live with its repercussions. We romanced our (wo)man of
choice, dismissing the attentions of others, or we loved more when we could not make up our minds. We made friends with our crew, or commanded them relentlessly.
We made choices that impacted the galaxy. We influenced many races, their leadership and their course. We took the fight to the Collectors and kicked their butts back into the omega 4 relay, where we followed them to their lair, and decided whether it should burn or not - knowing we had to live with the consequences.
We made choices that relieved those in need, or we made the choice to give priority to our mission at the cost of individual or even mass sufering. We built bridges between races or destroyed them. We have grown attached to our crewmembers: Garrus Vakarian, Tali'Zorah vas Normandy nar Rayya, Flight Lieutenant Jeff Moreau, Dr. Karin Chakwas, Liara T'soni and many, many others who served beside us. We have come to care for them, or rather their written personalities - and some of us even wear them on T-shirts, hoodies and hear their voices when we see their faces.
We saw them die, and FELT it.
That is how great BioWare made this game. That is how well written the game was so far. That is the most awesome thing most of us have experienced in a mere videogame. That is immersion to perfection and we were promised it would build up to the end by mr. Hudson himself. We trusted him, for we had no reason to doubt him after all he and his team have given us after years, and years of their hard work.
We did everything we could the way we think we should have. But during the final phase, during the last battle, at the moment that it matters most - we are not allowed to fulfill our chosen destiny, but forced to abruptly choose a colour on the screen. The End.
I am but one Commander Shepard, and feel that this won't do. We are ALL Commander Shepard. We stood in his boots on Ilos, Feros, Tuchanka, Eden Prime and any other godforsaken planet, asteroid and artificial helhole that needed our talents, which we -again- chose for ourselves.
Dear BioWare, we are Commander Shepard. We deserve to choose our own destiny.
Modifié par Hendrik.III, 21 mars 2012 - 07:59 .
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having argued successfully that Cortez shouldn't automatically die in that shuttle crash, and c) having written Tali's goodbye bit, as well as a couple of the holo-goodbyes for people I wrote (Mordin, Kasumi, Jack, etc). 
I even put that in my letter to Bioware, regarding the whole "art" defense.
