I’d heard the ending was bad, or at least unsatisfactory, and I didn’t want last-second shenanigans hanging over a multi-game experience that I’d otherwise liked pretty well. It played a role in my slow abandonment of the game. Never mind that it means I miss out on actual time I could spend with characters brains are not rational things. I don’t want games (or books or TV shows or what have you) to be over, so I leave them in what I perceive to be a state of perfect stasis. But when I realise the end is nigh in games where the central appeal is chilling with buds from worlds beyond, I tend to pump the brakes. I did! It was a sequel to my favourite game about hanging out with cool aliens, Mass Effect 2, which in turn was a sequel to my favourite game about spending time with cool aliens in bad cars and worse elevators, Mass Effect 1. It’s not that I didn’t like Mass Effect 3.
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