You win, Mass Effect. You win.
Okay, Mass Effect. This is how it is. I’ve known about you for years, but shooters were never really my thing. Finally, my brother convinced me to start playing you on his PC. I fell in love with your detailed universe, well-written story, and fantastic characters. However, I couldn’t keep borrowing my brother’s PC, so I bought ME2 and ME3 for PS3. I even downloaded DLC.
Mass Effect, you made me laugh (a lot), made me rage (Miranda), made me Ship (Ken and Gabby OTP), made me jump (Surprise Hunter Geth), made me horrified (Reaper Larva), and made me Fangirl (Garrus).
But today, Mass Effect, today you did something that I have no memory of a video game ever doing.
Today you made me cry.
Not the distressed wails of a fangirl, but the slow, silent tears that roll down your cheeks even if your brothers can see. Tears that make your lip tremble as you try to weep as silently as possible because you need to listen to the cutscenes. The tears of someone who knows what needs to be done must be done, even if the needs of the many come at the cost of one individual. I had to call it a night once the mission was over.
And I’m not even close to the end of the game yet. And it wasn’t even my favorite character.
Well played, ME3, well played.
