ME3: Go away, ghost kid. I'm trying to play a game here! Goddamn.
Really not sure what they're going for with this. It is war and people die? No kidding, game, because suddenly everyone's dying, and since these are people I've known for a while it actually means something:
-Mordin, noooooo! At least he died doing what he loved: singing Gilbert & Sullivan. (Also SCIENCE.) I hate to think how much worse that scene could've turned out if I hadn't told everyone about the sabotage before he went up the tower.
-Yeoman Chambers, R.I.P. And I thought she was better off where she was than on the Normandy! Henceforth, my fish maintenance program shall be referred to as Kelly.
-Thane. Long time coming, but still.
-Udina. Oh wait I shot him the head. Well, it was still somewhat of a surprise when he came off as not an asshole for like the first time ever when I talked to him early in this game.
We are supposed to feel sad or just more sad because this time it was a kid that died? Sorry game but I am a heartless bastard and this is a narrative so I need a reason to care about someone. And shamelessly manipulative hack writing is the best way to ensure that I do not care about someone.
Questionable writing decision #2: "That assassin should feel ashamed of himself." No kidding, Thane. Look, guy, your job is just to murder one dude. The best way to murder that dude is doing it before he even knows you are there. The worst way is to jump down really loudly behind him and waste a minute menacing your target until armed support shows up and you are outnumbered three-to-one. Next time you have a chance to kill someone, don't hesitate! Mook feels really out of place in this context, all flashy weeaboo sword technique in a game that nearly fetishizes run 'n' gun marines.
I swear I've spent magnitudes more time killing Cerberus goons this game than I have Reapers. What a bunch of twits. Oh well, at least the Council actually thanked me this time.
In other news, I got to see a giant sandworm eat a giant space robot. It was neat. Genophage has been cured! Not without some reservations, mind--again, I would have zero hope of this ending well without these particular leaders in charge. I don't really trust any species to responsibly, voluntarily curb its own population growth. But at least they're not a race of nihilists anymore and that is really why I did it. I have no personal interest in having children myself, and tend to think it is a thing people do from an honestly kind of creepy compulsion of instinct and that the best thing the human race could do to mitigate the myriad environmental problems it's caused is to get control over just how many of us there are causing them...but the fact is that negative population growth just does awful things to the collective psyche. Look at any nation with a declining population and there's just this pervasive cultural malaise. What I'm saying is, Children of Krogan? Pretty spot-on and it had to end.
Random other stuff:
-So now I can chain-freeze dudes so that when they explode they freeze other dudes. It's pretty great.
-Encouraging Joker to mack on the computer is the best thing.
-Still no sign of Talis. They better not be doing what I think they're doing.
-Jamaican me crazy, Javik. It's actually kind of nice to see the Precursors weren't all they're cracked up to be.
-Why isn't Blasto a real movie franchise? I would totally pay to see a movie about a renegade jellyfish cop who plays by his own rules and the laconic elephant alien thing that has to put up with him even though he is three solar days from retirement. Henceforth, I consider "badassfully" a perfectly real and legitimate word. No, I don't care what you say, Firefox spellchecker. Is the criminal scum feeling fortunate?
-She just came over to use my shower. (The storyline is ludicrous.)