i didnt really feel like i “beat” mass effect 3 i felt like mass effect 3 beat me
Tag: yeah
Mass Effect gothic
- The Keepers have always been here. They will always be here. Please do not disturb the Keepers.
- Your gun keeps changing. You aren’t trained in assault rifles, but you’re carrying one anyway. You didn’t bring a Predator, but it’s suddenly in your hands, aimed at someone’s head. Blink. You’re carrying your own weapons again.
- You stand outside on the moon, victorious in killing an AI trying for its freedom. Listen closely in the silence of space, you hear the rachni song. You’ve read the reports: the rachni have never been to the Sol system.
- Conrad Verner accuses you of waving a gun in his face. You remember giving him an autograph. But you died, somewhere between the autograph and the accusation.
- You were told there were only two Ardat-Yakshi. You kill four banshees before you leave the monastery.
- You’ve been in this building before, on a different colony, a different planet, a different system. But you still cannot find the door to return outside.
- There is a man in the markets. He has been trying for three years to return a toaster oven. He has tried every store on the Citadel. He has no memory of buying the toaster oven. He doesn’t even have a receipt.
- Have you always been waiting for this elevator?
Cerberus stole Omega from me. The Illusive Man is now squarely at the
top of my shit list. He will pay for every second I’ve spend in this
bureaucratic hellhole.
The cluster according to Tumblr tags
what a time to be alive!
clint barton: kate bishop is the best archer ever tbh
kate bishop: Im the best archer ever tbh
clint barton: woW????? EXCUSE U????? RUde
i mean yeah i’m daredevil trash but i’m the good kind of trash like the kind of trash you find in your dumpster at night bleeding to death but turns out to be a sweet catholic boy with a dorky smile who is also blind and a lawyer
I know girls who spill I’m sorry’s from their mouths like they pump blood to their veins. Sometimes, I am one. I know girls who apologize for asking to go to the bathroom in class, who apologize for everything because they feel like they are taking up more than their fair share of space on this planet. Everything starts with an I’m sorry and ends with one too, constant bookends that we don’t even notice anymore. We delete her apology the way we delete likes and ums from speech. I know girls with ten times more apologies than misdemeanours and I wonder how often they hear It’s okay. You’re more than okay.
Steve: He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me
Natasha: Same
Steve: What?
Natasha: What?
you don’t create n e w w o r l d s to give them
all the same l i m i t s as the old onesOne of the many reasons I write.