MrNepathy's Blog

The original Mass Effect is not only one of my favorite role play games of all time, it’s one of my favorite games of all time. So to say I was eagerly awaiting Mass Effect 2 is putting it mildly. When I put in disk one of the sequel of the space epic, it asked me if I wanted to import my character from Mass Effect. It detected any completed game files and loaded up my character without incident. The face, background and events of Mass Effect were imported. I had the option to alter my appearance and skills. Plus during the training I was questioned as an in-game memory test about events of Mass Effect. I’m not sure if my answers helped re-shape the events or if the characters would have corrected me. (more…)

“There was a time before the beginning of this. It was your first meaningful journey. The ceaseless rain had made the mountain pass almost impossible to traverse, but you and your would-be squire, Benton, pushed your horses to their limits once you were on more secure ground. You arrived at the gates of a city you had never been to. It was a city built around a pleasant hill, a hill that cast its morning shadow upon an even more pleasant lake. (more…)

I won’t pretend that being born in the 1970s and growing up in the 1980s made me strong or brave. My biggest challenge was trying to figure out how to help Yar get his revenge or only having two of the Predacons which meant not being able to form Predaking. But I did grow up in a time when we still had the vague threat of nuclear annihilation. Growing up I had a poster on my wall of a mushroom cloud. To this day I’m not sure why I had it. Perhaps I had it as a testament to how I wasn’t afraid of such a thing. Maybe I had it because on some level, I actually was afraid. We had movies and novels all about the Soviets trying to launch World War III. The perceived invincibility of youth kept those fears back. Or maybe it was a simple understanding that most people, if given the choice, wouldn’t blow up the planet. (more…)

Even within the confines of the shuttle’s passenger cabin, Haz’lrah Tun’law could hear the sound of loaders and transports scurrying through the hangar bay, readying the ships for war. The undecorated metal walls resonated from the ground shaking beneath the landing gear. The soft and constant hum had become a familiar sound to the Twi’lek, enough that he could almost tune it out. (more…)