| JWeinCom said: Except, the story wasn't like that... at all... You mention the that the second game was devoted to something called a suicide mission, but how did that turn out? If you played your cards right, you could *spoilers of course* save every single member of your party. You're told throughout the whole game that there is NOTHING you can do to survive this, but you (if you spend the time) prove them wrong. That doesn't demonstrate bleak nihilism, but the exact opposite. That's a message of hope and empowerment if I ever saw one. Among the course of the games, you are able to save the Citadel from destruction, convince Saren to kill himself, save the Rachni species from extinction, survive a suicide mission against overwhelming odds, stop a centuries long was between quarians and geth, save a planet (well moon) from reaper infestation, restore the Krogan race, and so on so forth. I don't know where you're coming up with this idea that you have limited control over the universe. Commander Shepard is specifically resurrected because he happens to be so damn special. Among the billions of humans, his remains were plucked from space because he as an individual was that important. And throughout the games, he and his crew are able to practically work miracles. This isn't Bioshock we're talking about. There are no shackles on Shepard's wrists. There is nothing in the first two games that indicates that your efforts are futile and meaningless. And what the game promises above all else is explanation. This is a game where even the most minute things are explained with excrutiating detail. This wasn't being john malkovich, or serial experiments, or lost where everything is super vague and mysterious. Until the very last moment, everything is explained as clearly and meticulously as possible. Then at the last moment, your crew is thrown on a random planet, people you saw die were alive, buzz aldrin is talking to his kid, and everything is all wtf. You can't have such a dramatic tonal shift in the last five minutes. To OP. Basically, it's like this. Imagine you have a wonderful date with the most beautiful girl (or guy) you've ever met. You spend the whole night in a dizzying state of euphoria. At the end of the night, you lean in for a kiss, and then, she stabs you in the scrotum. Sure the date was fine up to the last five minutes, but you'll probably be more focused on the whole scrotum stabbing thing. |
This. +1,000,000,000. My scrotum has never the same. It seems like they said fuck it when it came to 2nd half of ME3.







