I finished Mass Effect 3 less than 24 hours ago. I've been to BSN a few times as a lurker but I've never actually posted anything here before. Heck I had to do a password recovery on my EA account to log in. Anyway, I didn't know where to post this and here seemed as good a place as any.
I'm from the UK, so I started playing ME3 on Friday. I was aware of a lot of stuff surrounding people not being happy with the ending of the game. I figured it was just people who were upset that ME3, and Mass Effect in general, was over. I didn't delve into it any further than "the end of the game sucks" because I didn't want to be spoiled. I'd just finished the mission on Rannoch when I noticed all of this and bawled my eyes out at the scene with Legion's sacrifice (still one of the most beautiful parts of any science-fiction I've ever experienced). How in the world could this game have that bad an ending, considering everything so far had been perfect? I chalked it up to fanboys whining.
Oh man, I'm so sorry guys. After the game was over I just sat for about an hour and looked at the screen. Watching Shepard stand in front of the galaxy map after the game had helpfully reminded me to buy the DLC that wasn't out yet. I couldn't process my own emotions, heck I still can't. I'm a writer and I'm sitting here feeling the need to get all of this out and I can't figure out how to say it.
I knew, like many other people having read the posts in the forum almost obsessively since yesterday, that there was probably no happy end for Shepard to be found here. I was okay with that to the extent that I could be. As long as the story provided closure, was emotionally satisfying and consistent to the Mass Effect universe as I had experienced it. But it was none of those things. Plot holes aside (and the whole thing is pretty much one, gigantic plot hole) I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest. It's not just a game, it's a living, breathing universe that I got to be a part of for five years. This was supposed to be the big finish, the epic ending to the best science-fiction saga of a generation. Instead I'm sitting here without a damn clue what just happened to the people I grew to care about, and what the hell happened to my Shepard who suddenly had a full personality shift when talking to the stupid little kid, or what happened to the world I helped shape, except that I doomed the galaxy with red space magic.
As far as I'm concerned, if there's no Epilogue-type DLC, my Mass Effect story ends with Shepard sitting in the best seats in the house, watching as the Crucible destroys the Reapers without dooming galactic civilisation, and no stupid Catalyst. So maybe I don't get to see Shepard and Liara have their blue baby girls, that's fine, because at least there is a future for everyone else. When I can possibly bring myself to do it, I'll figure something out to try and give myself some closure providing Bioware hasn't trolled me. And to be honest even if they have, it's pretty despicable of them to do that. They must know the trauma it was bound to cause.
What the hell Bioware!?! I defended you for all this time and THIS is how you repay me!?!
Anyway, that was pretty long. Dunno if anyone will read it but I felt like I needed to get it off my chest. None of my friends have finished Mass Effect 3 yet and I get the feeling that even if I warned them what was about to happen I doubt they'd believe me. Just like I didn't believe all the warnings before I finished it, the cycle cannot be broken. If you read all of this, thanks.
I'm going to go and find that hug thread I saw a few hours ago.