Jade Raymond has hopped from one enormous, bloated, annualizing company to another enormous, bloated, annualizing company to start her own studio. But uh, she’s also going to be overseeing a couple of my most anticipated games, on top of that. Mass Effect: Andromeda, and the as-of-now-not-revealed Star Wars game from Visceral.
I mean…No matter what he does, the HoloLens couldn’t ever possibly be lamer than the ending to Mass Effect 3, right? Maybe? #LetItGoCaffLetItGo
Apparently back in the day a lot of Dragon Age: Inquisition details leaked through a survey. Now it seems the same is occurring with the new Mass Effect. And would you believe I’m going to abstain from reading them? #ForceandWill
One of the surprising things about Mass Effect 3 was how fucking awful its conclusion was. Another surprising thing about Mass Effect 3, though, was how fun its multiplayer was. So bring it on!
Could I have integrated this post into my first Mass Effect blathering of the day? You bet your ass! But I want it sequestered. For easy access. For ogling. For touching. For nodding. For no good but yes fun.
C’mon, BioWare. Stop fucking around with me, and Mass Effect 4. You’re “discussing” this shit at this year’s SDCC? The fuck does that mean? Bro I need footage. I need footage stat.
BioWare! Just fucking take my money! Take my money. Release these remastered editions. Watch me lap at your feet like the little classless, begging Mass Effect trollop that I am.
Hell yeah. Take this for what it’s worth — I’m taking it to be legit. A fan who was privy to a special meeting at PAX has dropped details regarding the next Mass Effect. And I’m sprung.
Welcome to the Cascade of Nonsense. The white noise that keeps us complacent, ’cause otherwise we might be getting jittery. Someday you’ll die, someday we’ll exhaust this rotting Blue Marble, someday the sun will smirk before burning us up anyways. It’s all dumb and pointless and so we’re tasked with kicking it absurdity. Finding our own meaning, demanding our own purpose, but really probably just manufacturing our own cultural opiates to keep us numb to these nonsensical factoids of the world.
This is Monday Morning Commute. What composes your armature of pointlessness? How are you surviving this week? Hit me.