Yahtzee made that joke already.
It was a boner joke. And a bad one. Poor angloaustralian bastard.
Where was I? Oh, yes. New game. Good game? We’ll see.
(It had to be done. Now I feel bad)
Two days ago, at around 10 am, Mass Effect came in the mail. An hour later I started playing. Yesterday, at around 2 am, I was finished. Mass Effect is the longest game I ever played through in a single session – and I left out approximately 95% of the side missions still. It’s an incredibly long game, with so very much content that going everywhere would take hours, searching every planet for valuables many more and talking to everybody… well, forget about it. You are commander Shepard, a person whose background and visuals you can define yourself (mine is a smokin’ hot soldierette, just for the record) who unfortunately suffers from permanent out of body experiences. Erm. Point is, it’s a third person shooter, you see your characters backside for most of the game (that’s why I chose a female, huhuh). But it’s not just a shooter, it also comes with heavy RPG elements such as a questlog and semi-open world environment. Or rather, open galaxy.
Many aspects of the game seem kind of half-assed, it comes with many bugs and the control for the Mako, as far as I know the only drivable vehicle in the game, are so awful that trying to go anywhere but straight forward with the left stick is a nightmare.
Shepard is very, very strong. He/She can potentially carry a hundred and fifty suits of heavy armor at once, even while wearing another one. His/Her pockets must be made by Time Lords. Well, all the more money for me when I get to sell all this stuff.
I’m actually going to go back to Mass Effect when I’m done writing this. Hm. I think I’m done writing this.
And not just because the possibility of alien lesbian sex. That has absolutely nothing to do with it.