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I feel this this entire thread is a troll attempt because if the OP is dissatisfied with the renegade interrupt, don't do it then. If you are angered that you even have the choice of making that decision, then resell the game or better yet make a mod to your liking. If you are angry of the portrayal of male on female violence, go help at a woman's battery shelter because the reality of it is more important than any work of fiction.
If you worry about the situation or continuity of the story, I will explain the context of renegade Shepard's actions (if he saved the Council). Essentially, she is using the deaths of 2400 people to justify Shepard is a "crappy" person with no regard for what they did or how many lives were saved. She put her own agenda over the respect for families of those alive and lost during that battle with the reasoning that their lives or deaths meant nothing. If that does not deserve a punch, then I don't know what does.[/quote]
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No one cares about your damn post. Go away.
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ITS WORKING
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I'M INCLINED TO COUNTER-INTUITIVELY DISAGREE.
[quote]lokiarchetype wrote...
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If physical strength is the foundation of your principle, then it makes more sense to say "It is wrong to punch someone weaker than yourself" rather than involve unnecessary factors that are not true in all cases.
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And also this ^^^
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NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!111111!!!!!!!!
WHOOPS DOUBLE POST
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I wonder if one post can take up an entire page.
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What happens if you divide by zero?
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Cerberus ftw
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Quote tower is growing.
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Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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THIS IS MADNESS.
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
"Shall I have naught that is fair?" Saith he;
"Having naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again,"
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eye,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.
"My Lord has need of these floweretsgay,"
The Reaper said, and smiled:
"Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child."
"They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear."
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love:
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.