Dear Bioware the Honorable,
Mass Effect 3 for the PC has been out for 2 years, 3 days now (That's 733 days!). Mass Effect 2 has been out for 4 years, 1 month and 11 days (That's 1501 days!). I have counted each moment, and crossed off each day on my calendar in anticipation for a momentous occasion to arrive and as of yet, my hopes have been dashed to pieces. I was once a hopeful youth, eager to receive the missive detailing the events of a discounted DLC for my PC versions of the game, and yet my hope was in vain. My youth now approaches an inevitable twilight, and my life is fading quickly.
Hear me out. I fear that I will be unable to ever pay a decent price for the content in these Mass Effect games that I have long awaited to play. I simply cannot justify paying the price for all the DLC that I could instead pay to receive 6 or 7 copies of the base game to keep for myself. It makes no sense. I ask myself, "Why would Bioware choose to keep a youth such as myself from frolicking through the Citadel or Omega with his virtual chums? Have they been indoctrinated so far as to deny me such a pleasure?"
Surely you must have sense and mercy, and yet I am left aloof day after day after day. My calendars grow ever more full of markings, and the DLC remains exactly the same price as it was when released. There is no love for the PC gamer. There is no love for the hopeful youth of yesteryear.
With faith that my pleas for assistance go heard, I will conclude with a poem especially for this occasion:
The Shepard
The Shepard was born of a human,
of a mother and father who wed.
They knew not who lay still beside them,
nor that he would raise from the dead.
The Shepard grew up as a soldier,
his parents were witness to all.
He saved a grand council from danger
He caused the great serpent to fall.
The Shepard would fight off a monster.
A three-headed dog, (nasty beast).
The Shepard would stave off a harvest
of Reapers who wanted a feast.
In all of the Shepard's great travels,
He brought sweeping justice in tow.
The whole galaxy knew of his merits,
His tales of adventures they'd know.
Yet on a lonesome, dark planet,
a planet called Earth some may say,
there remained many people still clueless,
ignorant of Shepard that day.
They suffered from chains and oppression,
They had such a desire to be free.
They groaned with the prices seen daily
on the data, one called DLC.
I am a soul who stays watching,
Waiting for the prices set right.
I am but one of still thousands.
Will you not answer our plight?
-Timeknight
Do góry
