I finished ME3 late last night. I loved it. Absolutely adored it.
Until, as I’m sure you understand, the last five minutes of the game. Really, I was fine with everything right up to, and including, Anderson’s death. After that, though…
Look. I’m not in a particularly happy life situation at the moment. I haven’t been for the past couple of years. I came to ME1 and ME2 over the summer, and they were my escape. As strange as it sounds, Mass Effect helped me cope. The series let me escape into a wonderful world of heroism, love, and loss. Maybe I got a bit too close to it, but the series really made my life that much more bearable.
So I was really looking forward to ME3. Every now and then, something would come up that would give me pause, but I’d always have faith in Bioware. Delayed release? It’ll be fine. Kinect support? It’ll be fine. Multiplayer? It’ll be fine. Day one DLC? It’ll be fine.
As the release approached, I basically cut off my internet – I was determined not to be spoiled. And then the game unlocked, and it was wonderful. All those concerns I had were non-issues. Bioware even managed to handle the death of one of the best-loved characters of the series superlatively well. Mordin went out like a mensch.
But, then. Then, the end. I hadn’t heard *anything* about the endings being disappointing – I had cut myself off from spoilers, remember? I felt angry. Sad. Confused. But, above all, *betrayed*. See, Bioware made some pretty clear narrative promises to us. And they didn’t fulfil them. At all. Worse, the fact that they actually had to introduce not one, but *two*, plotholes to strand the Normandy on some backwater space jungle just strikes me as spiteful. I know that’s not the case – no malice on their part, just a screw up – but that’s how it feels.
And here I am. Emotionally invested in the series more than most. A series that has made my generally ****ty life just a little bit better. And I feel that the whole series has been lessened by the ending. The joy I took in it? Gone. Yes, some may say I’m overreacting, but this is my honest impression of what happened. So, call me selfish. I want my Disney ending. It doesn’t have to be the *only* ending. It doesn’t even have to be *easy*. I just want it to be an option. At this point, and as pathetic as it sounds, I’d probably pay a full $60 for a five minute long DLC that fixes the ending.
I’m just really depressed at this point.