I do appreciate the sharing of information regarding Mass Effect Next.
Wish the chiefs at Bioware would allow more information to trickle out about MASS EFFECT NEXT.
The story that follows expresses how I feel regarding the incredible scarcity of news on the subject....
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I feel like someone staggering around in the Gobi desert with an empty water bottle....
"Mass Effect Next....! Water.....! Mass Effect Next....! Water.... !"
A Djinn materializes from the Ether.....wanting to engage me in some banter....with some kind of ulterior motive....
The Djinn's talegmust and burnoose shimmer with iridescence and change constantly like the Northern Lights...
Djinn: "Hello Wanderer ! Hello Sandy !"
( The Djinn's voice is rich and resonant....and carries echoes from Marrakesh, or perhaps the Arab Quarter of Paris...)
Me: "My Name's NOT Sandy !"
Djinn: "....Ah....but you ARE SANDY - are you not ?"
Me: ( Frowning intensely..... ) ( I meet the Djinn's amber eyes and suddenly find myself light headed.... )
( Is it the Djinn ? Or is it me....? I've been searching the desert....searching the net day after day.... I've been out in the sun too long... )
Djinn: "I sense that you THIRST for something ? Could it be water ? Knowledge ?
What if I said I knew something ? SOMETHING about......MASS EFFECT NEXT ? !
...Or would you rather discuss the Danish Women's Curling Team ?
Such Grace they have ! ....Such lovely forms !"
Me: "Are you really a Djinn ? Or are you a Marid ?
Look at you ! So self-assured with your SECRET KNOWLEDGE !
Either I'm going to find what I'm looking for.... or I'll start making up my OWN DAMN STORIES !
I DON'T NEED THIS !"
( Madly I dash into the Outer Darkness...away from the teasing Djinn....my vision blurry from tears....sobs errupting from deep inside my fandom self....)
Djinn: "Wait ! ..... Where are you going.....? Come back !
"Don't you want to hear the latest ghost of a wisp of a maybe rumor ?"
Me: ( By now I am a rapidly diminishing figure far across the hazy dunes...my sobs carry faintly across the distance....
A rising gust of wind spreads clouds of dust and grit...concealing the path of my flight from the Djinn.....)
Djinn: "WELL ! It seems....he's not interested.....!
( The Djinn turns about to regard You with golden appraising eyes... )
Greetings Traveller !
How about You ?"