Dear Bioware the Honorable,
It has been many moons since I last communicated with you. Nine moons have come and gone, and I grow weary in awaiting your reply. Will you continue to ignore my plight? I cannot know if these missives ever reach your eyes, but I must attempt nonetheless. Contained in this letter are my heartfelt words, many of which have been said before. I must appeal to you again, as you have ignored my beseechment.
Mass Effect 3 for the PC has graced our presence for 2 years, 8 months and 17 days now (That's 992 days!). Mass Effect 2 has been out for 4 years, 9 months and 28 days (That's 1762 days!). I have counted each moment, and crossed off each day on my calendar in anticipation for a momentous occasion to arrive. 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. With that same price, I could instead pay to receive 6 or 7 copies of the base game (without DLC) to keep and treasure for myself. It is illogical, in my mind, to cause the DLC to become much more than the glorious based game itself. I ask myself, "Why would the noble 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. The stars fade, and burn away. The seasons wax to winter's chill. 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 leave you with my blessing, and a poem especially for this occasion (with modifications since my last letter to you):
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.
For years and for months they petitioned,
for the bright blessed day did they plead.
They cried out with missives a plenty,
but Bioware stood firm in its greed.
I am a soul who stays watching,
Waiting for prices set right.
I am but one of still thousands.
Will you not answer our plight?
-Timeknight





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