Having won the internets with precision Kmart sniping, I would like to tell you all to start flagellating yourselves unmercifully for the "legitimate" release of ME.
The flagellation is for my amusement, the waiting is penance for your sins.
Renounce all pretenders! Rip those fond memories of inscrutable FF games from your breast! Banish those wishful whims that whisper lies of Oblivion's perfection! How many uber powered wolves must die!!??
All of them. All of them must be sacrificed on the alter of fucking quality.

Quality. Hmmmm. I think as gamers we let a lot slide. We forgive much in the drought of infrequent releases between Christmas and the ghost of Christmas to come. As an example I bought Eternal Sonata on a whim, my need for richness and deep narrative overpowering common sense. ES is fun if the lobotomy was successful. Needless to say I will never play that game again. I will trade it in, and possibly Bioshock, tootsweet for the purchase of Assassins Creed, which I might add, will only serve as a distraction from Mass Effect should I feel I'm playing it too much.

Mass Effect is to be savored, to be suckled upon like a fine sweet caramel.

I have never been more surprised or satisfied by a game. Two words: Thresher Maw.

A close second is bootleg Vietnamese porn, but only for it's prevalent sci-fi themes and post-modern philosophies.

Them's my words.

But little did you know, I can crush your face.