*SPOILERS*
I love Mass Effect. I got too involved with the Star Wars fiction as a child, but Mass Effect captures my imagination as (ostensibly) an adult like the Bible does to the Westboro Baptist Church. This was probably the first game in which I actually enjoyed taking time out to read peripheral “codex” details – encyclopedia entries on made-up species, technologies, etc.
Mass Effect 2: Mercifully, No Subtitle is now imminent. I heard Shepherd dies in the first five minutes. After hearing that, I decided to hear no more.
So hearing no more PR, no more previews, reviews or impressions, I look forward to the end of this month, when the game actually comes out.
I now resign from the internet until I have played Mass Effect 2.
So this is the Illusive Man. He heads a human-supremacist group called "Cerberus". He says "for the greater good" a lot and - SHUT UP! I shouldn't know this yet.
At least that's how the intro to this piece would have read 24 hours ago. In the last day I have read more than one preview of the game, seen this Co-Op, downloaded and listened to the audio-book of Mass Effect: Ascension (it's actually not bad).
Why should I be so unable to control myself? I said I wanted to experience the game “fresh”. I'm confident Bioware can do a good job (they've got a pretty good track record, right?), so I was definitely going to buy it. I wanted every second of the sequel to be new and unanticipated. I didn't want to know when to press the trigger to interrupt a conversation because some preview-writer told me to.
That's irreversible though. (I know too much – there are insect people and returning characters I wanted to be surprised by.) So now I await the end of the month, when the stupid game gets here and I can finally play the fucking thing. I feel slightly ashamed of my lack of self-control. But in a few weeks I'll hopefully write here about how masterful the doctors were in giving me just enough information to get me excited, but just too little to spoil it for me.















