I’ve been watching videos and reading reviews, looking for the core element of what bothers me so much about the ending, a way to articulate simply my problem.
It wasn’t my Shepard.
I don’t begrudge the writer’s artistic license in choosing the endings of a game series they have been working on for 8 years or so. I wouldn’t want those endings taken out of the game, nor do I want anyone terminated for publishing these particular endings. If the games weren’t awesome, weren’t my favorite games of the past 5 years, I wouldn’t care, nobody would.
It wasn’t my Shepard.
My Shepard spent scores of hours collecting assets, in both single and multi-player mode. My Shepard saved the Geth AND the Quarians, saved the Krogan and cured the Genophage. My Shepard was an Engineer, loved Miranda Lawson despite her perfections, saved the last Prothean, prayed with Thane and his son in his final moments, let Garrus win, told James it was a no-brainer and welcomed Ken and Gabby back to where they belonged.
My Shepard took twelve people into a no-win situation, and won. My Shepard treated the AI like it was part of the crew, laughed on the inside at Joker’s horrible-but-funny jokes, collected dog tags of the first crew I let down. My Shepard mined more platinum than a gangster rapper, burned more regenerating creatures than a D&D convention, Killed Harbringer more times than he insulted me. My Shepard lost TIM’s channel.
My Shepard Saved the Rachni Queen, let Conrad Verner off easy, cried when Kaiden died, saved the Destiny Ascension, had a Krogan brother and a Quarian sister.
My Shepard spat in the eye of a galaxy that only wanted to kill him, that didn’t want to be saved, that could barely muster enough interest to let me save them with a small group of awake individuals.
In the last 10 minutes of the third game, which up to that point had been a true and fitting end to my favorite story, not just my favorite game, of the decade, stripped me of my class, my friends, my choices, all my hard work, so I could shoot my father figure in the gut and then not be able to explain that I was, in fact, color-blind.
My Shepard would never kill the Geth, and certainly not EDI. MY Shepard wouldn’t make a choice that would affect the biology of the entire galaxy (no matter how much I loved EDI’s voice, and the number six is much more attractive now than it was a few years ago).
My Shepard would sacrifice himself, but in doing so know that he let the Reapers win. As much as the story was about the created turning on the creators (and really children rebelling against parents), at its most primal Mass Effect was about everything that wasn’t supporting my crew was trying to kill me, and they did. In the end the Reapers win, they finally get me the only way they could, by me killing myself. My Shepard would have found a better way.
Keep your endings, just give me a chance to work for the ending my Shepard should have.
Give my Shepard his ending. Give me back my Shepard.
Modifié par Arakim, 10 avril 2012 - 01:06 .
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