The following blogs are written from the perspective of my Mass Effect character, the ruthless colonist known as Moira Shepard. There will probably be no pictures, as I do not have a video capture system attached to the Xbox.

This is an attempt to record the thoughts running through my mind as I play Mass Effect 2. It goes without saying that there are going to be spoilers galore in these posts.

If this blog comes across as too masturbatory, then I'll stop. This is largely for my benefit as a roleplaying aid, and to enrich my experience.

in:
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Miranda. The name, then the face. Mechanical beeps. A hospital. I couldn't move. I was trapped.

I wanted to fight. I thought to myself, "If I canjust sit up, I can get out of here. I fought a reaper and won, what can these chumps do against me?"

The anger faded quickly, my last thought was relief. I never thought that I'd see another living soul again. It was good to be wrong, for once.

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The familiar sound of battle woke me. Miranda was barking orders over the intercom, but I wasn't listening. I knew what I had to do: find a gun, get off the station.

When I came across the first enemy, I was surprised. It was not a geth, like I expected, but a white mech, clearly of human construction. I extended my arm, and with all of my might and willed it into the air... except I couldn't. My biotic powers were gone. In my rage, I rushed the forward and pistol whipped the damned construct until it stopped moving. I was bleeding, but my wounds healed up almost instantly.

In the spare moment that I'd stolen, I felt my body for my amps. They were missing. Across my whole body, I could feel small metal devices. Cybernetics had brought me back to life and were keeping me alive.

When I looked around to get my bearings, I looked back at the door to my room. I'd covered 10 meters quicker than the human eye could blink. I smiled despite of myself. I was back, and better than ever.

After a few quick-and-dirty firefight, I met Jacob. I pegged him for a marine the instant I saw him. We had a nice chat about what the hell was going on while we were ducked behind cover. Nice kid. Too bad he'll probably end up dead like every other idealist I've known. He reminded me of Kaiden, which was uplifting and depressing all at once.

I saved who I could getting out. A sum total of one person. Miranda blew him away the instant she saw him. Figures. The only reason I didn't kill her then and there was because she offered answers. I needed answers.

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The Illusive Man was every bit as pompous and egotistical as I'd expected. A modern Dr. Frankenstein. Unlike the doctor in the old story, this one had a purpose for me: Stop the Collectors, stop the Reapers.

How hard could it be to save the galaxy? I'd already done it one.

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out.


Ok, that was the first draft. I'll edit it later.