Have you ever been at the very bottom, like
you never have before (on the scoreboard)?
Ever have dreams of being backhanded or
picked up like a doll by a Krogan? Tell me, have
your dreams ever been so vividly ME3 that
nose picks up scents of Eezo? Ever taken cover
and tried to get the 5 grab kill, then you suddenly
realized you were behind a cubicle partition, and
your coworker is now flying overhead? Has your
finger ever accidentally fired off, as playing, til it
smells like burnt skin because you got l33t skillz?
Really, you’re not alone. If you weren’t kinda sorta
weird after playing this game for so long, so, so,
so, so long, I would question whether or not
you were a spy, trained in mental defense. I
try to live a normal life, but this game pulls me back
to its warm, supple bosom. The last b ball game I
recall going to, I’d check the score after every shot.
What about you guys? How has this game affected
you in weird ways? I have a feeling we’ve barely
scratched the surface of ME3 addiction. Now, at
last, we have a voice, and we have support.
What started out as a small support group, which
was a pioneer in its day, has now grown so large,
it has a global presence. Come join us.





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