“Could we make an easy buck on remastering Mass Effect? Yes. Have a thousand people asked me that? Yes they have. Do we have… No.”
Look. I have a Mass Effect hoodie. I have Mass Effect cufflinks. I played all three games. Loved them to death – and yes, I was fine with the ending, if only because I was feeling guilty over what I did to Shepard at that point and I needed closure. But I’m not out there playing any of the games. They’re not endlessly re-playable like, say, Skyrim was. Maybe if the Mass Effect franchise had stayed a pure RPG and done open world and modding I’d feel differently, but they didn’t and that’s fine.
So, yeah. Stick to ME: Andromeda, Bioware. That’s what I want to see.
At least, that’s the word. And no Commander Shepard, which is simultaneously depressing and reassuring. Just because I want her back doesn’t mean that it’d be good to bring her back. My reaction is all very narrative-based, I suppose.
Bad news? They’re gonna be pushing multiplayer. Of course. There’s money in that. …Sorry. Letting the cynicism seep in.
Having actually done all 183 pull-ups in-game, I was nothing but satisfied at the resolution of that particular activity. Because my FemShep broke Vega’s record, you understand. And Vega watched me do it, so there was no mistake.