Emperor Devon

Oh snap, does I see a ChAiNz listed under 'Currently Active Users'?

You might not have as much of an issue with BioWare's writing in Mass Effect, actually. Part of it's due to the less stupid-sounding dialogue (the fact BioWare chose to write your PC's lines as if s/he were older than 12 helps), but so does how they deliberately tried to be morally ambiguous. I can't say BioWare succeeded in that regard, as I never ended up having to make any tough moral choices, but the main villain had (marginally) more depth than Malak and had actual justification for his actions. It was also a nice change of pace that 'evil' characters were more ends-justify-the-means types who wanted to save the galaxy as badly as good characters did.

ME also explores some more mature themes than KotOR did. Racism (well, speciesism) comes up very frequently during the game and gives it a much more serious feel. Nationalism also does to a lesser extent, but it's kind of blurred with the former.

Not to say the game is consistently well-written, though. There were a number of lines which caused me to roll my eyes, and the justification evil PCs have for their actions isn't always very... well, justified. It is most of the time, but there's still several instances where it seems forced. Though thankfully none of those instances are relevant to the plot.

But anyways, if you'd wanted a review for the game I'm sure you'd have looked for one. It's no MotB, but I'd still recommend it to anyone who likes story-driven RPGs.

Burn!

no u

cannot comment here, there are prying eyes ;_;

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bout time

cmon itchy all the cool people are doing it

bbbeeee wwhhheerrree arreee yooouuuuu

i was most pleased at yesterday's skyping bee let us have further ones

Nice job on removing the level cap - I hated hitting a glass ceiling before the game was over. If you uploaded your fix to RapidShare or some other file hosting site I would certainly appreciate it.

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SAM YOU ARE BECOMING LIKE TK USED TO BE

ARE YOU ENJOYING YOUR MAGGOTS?!?!

litofsky i challenge you

to chess

bee guess what i want you to do

IT WAS ONE TIME ONLY BEE YOU WON'T EVER SEE IT NOW

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YOU HAVE SCHEMED TO BECOME A RECLUSE AND ARE CARRYING YOUR SCHEME OUT THIS VERY MOMENT

I scarcely heard the Constable of Nessus as he announced the myriad titles of the Hell’s Master. Instead, I struggled to remain conscious as I stared into the mirror and through my pit fiend courier. An unbearable pressure had descended upon me. Sweat, thick and cold, coated my flesh. My head felt gripped between the jaws of a dragon. A rushing sound, like that of water in rapids, took hold of my hearing. My heart seemed ready to flee from my chest. A terrible pain, driven by unreasoning fear, filled me. I heard something whisper my name. Not my name as I write it or as my friends speak it, but the name that I know in the depths of my soul to be my True Name. I knew it was time for me to end this venture, to cease my reckless foolishness. I tried to turn away from the mirror, yet something held me. Something commanded me to bear witness. To serve.

I suddenly realized that I was no longer watching the Procession. The Serpent’s Throne filled the mirror, a great hooded viper of lustrous ruby that slithered about its own coils. Darkness unfathomable surrounded this throne. Yet, a deeper darkness was hidden within. Then, I saw him. Or rather, I saw Him. Seated upon the Serpent’s Throne He looked at me. He looked at me as I sat in what I thought was safety!

The small amount of exposed flesh was flawless, like the purest marble. His attire was like the robes and cloaks of a holy high priest, both regal yet simple in its austerity. It did not seem woven from any fabric in this or any other world, but spun from the blackness of the Cosmos itself. In the long fingers that rested in his lap He held a ruby scepter, its head an onyx pentagram. No crown obscured the black hair that was slicked back above the noble forehead. While the square jaw was clean, the firm mouth and full lips were framed by trimmed moustache and goatee. For all of this, what I remember more than anything were the eyes. They were large under the heavy brow. Completely red, like blood, those glowing eyes gazed at me. Through me. Into and beyond my soul. They devoured everything I ever was and could be. Despite the pleasant smile on His face, those eyes told me I was less than nothing, an object to be used and discarded as necessary.

Pressure forced me from my chair. As I was forced to my knees and hands, bile raced up my throat and tears poured from my eyes in rage and humiliation. And fear. I supplicated myself before Him, kissed the floor before His feet. Although nothing touched me, my chin was lifted to behold Him again. A voice, colder, deeper and darker than any I had ever heard and ever will, burned in my mind. I whimpered at the violation, the intrusion at the contact.

So, thou hast peered beyond the Gates of Hell. His lips did not move. Or perhaps they did. To this day, I cannot tell.

I nodded.

Was it worth it?

I shook my head as what I though was tears and snot leak from my eyes and ears. I would later learn it was my blood. “No, I will never say what I have learned here today!” I tried to bite my tongue but the honorific was still wrenched from my throat, “My Lord and Master.”

He peered down on me. Oh, thou wilt testify. All that thou hast seen has been granted to thee through Our explicit will. Did thou think that thy little defenses, this paltry trinket, He motioned at the mirror, could hide thy intrusion from Us? He laughed, a bitter, empty sound that was worse than his voice. The mirror squealed and its frame trembled.

“No!” I spat. “I will not abide by your wishes!” I called on all my courage, all of my faith at that moment as I tried to rise to my feet. “In the name of the Seven Heavens, I rebuke thee, foul serpent!”

He lazily inclined His head to one side and I was slammed back down. Even as I cried out from a cracked rib, He leaned forward. Urine raced from my bladder as the impossible occurred! He reached through the mirror and tapped my head with his scepter. I howled as pain like no other ravaged me, blinded me. Yet, in my mind I beheld visions that I only clearly see in the nightmares I continue to have each night to this day.