I might expand on this later on, just thought I'd write this observation down for now.
|You might want to wait for a firing so-|
Gunnery Chief: This, recruits, is a 20-kilo ferris slug, feel the weight. Every five seconds, the main gun of an everest class dreadnought accelerates one to 1.3% of light-speed. It impacts with the force of a 38-kiloton bomb. That is three times the yield of the city-buster dropped on Hiroshima back on Earth. That means- Sir Issac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space. Now! Serviceman Burnside! What is Newton's first law?
Serviceman Burnside: Sir! An object in motion stays in motion, sir!
Gunnery Chief: No credit for partial answers, maggot!
Serviceman Burnside: Sir! Unless acted on by an outside force, sir!
Gunnery Chief: Damn straight! I dare to assume you ignorant jackasses know that space is empty. Once you fire this hunk of metal, it keeps going til it hits something. That can be a ship. Or the planet behind that ship. It might go off into deep space and hit somebody else in ten thousand years. If you pull the trigger on this, you are ruining someones day, somewhere and sometime. That is why you check your targets. That is why you wait for the computer to give you a damn firing solution. That is why, Serviceman Chung, we do not "eyeball it". This is a weapon of mass destruction. You are not a cowboy shooting from the hip!
|Shepard fights a husk.|
|Is it too much to ask for?!|
Turian Soldier: I'm on it Shepard. We'll find you the Primarch.
|Fancy meeting you here, guys!|
|Cutscene induced stupidity.|
|Complex enemies my ass.|
|How cool people traverse slopes.|
|That ship just stood still, shooting|
space the entire time.
|The game is big on breasts.|
Shepard: Get us to the Citadel Joker.
Joker: Roger that.
|What's the worst that can happen?|
Shepard: [...] EDI and Liara are analysing what we recovered.
Admiral Hackett: What have you learned? Was it worth the effort?
Liara: Preliminary evidence suggests the data is a blueprint for a Prothean device.
Admiral Hackett: Device?
|Every call is a hologram call.|
Shepard: And Lieutenant-Commander Williams?
Liara: I've done what I can for her. She needs proper medical attention soon.
|More dimensions than the video|
game counterpart. Also, 80 bucks.
|Winning wars in the editing room.|
Shepard: The reports are accurate. Earth was attacked - a full-scale invasion. And it's just the beginning. We need your help. Everything you can spare.
Asari Councillor: Earth may be suffering, but our worlds are falling, too. The turians have lost Taetrus.
Asari Councillor: The Council cannot give Earth the military support it needs. Our own planets must come first.
Councillor Udina: They're a bunch of self-concerned jackasses, Shepard. We may have a seat in the Council, but humanity will always be considered second-rate.
Shepard: How can they be so blind?
|It feels like we've forgotten something...|
|I don't even...|
|I put as much work into this as Bioware|
did into the Reaper mini game.
|Pretty much that.|
Admiral Hackett: First, I need you... iance outpost on Mars... ore we lose control of the system.
Admiral Hackett: ...been researching the Prothean Archives with Dr. T'Soni. ...found a way to stop the Reapers... only way to stop them...
|"It's not the end of the world...|
but you can see it from here."
James: Still no contact from the base, but we've got a massive storm headed our way.
Shepard: How long till it hits?
James: Half hour, tops. After that we're gonna have difficulty keeping up comms with the Normandy.
|Perfect if you have a form of ADD.|
|Disingenuous assertions, Ash.|
Shepard: I'm not with them anymore, Ash, if that's what you're asking.
Ashley: It wasn't... but you have to admit, it's a bit convenient.
Ashley: I need a straight answer, Shepard.
Shepard: About what?
Ashley: Do you know anything about this? What is Cerberus doing here?
Shepard: What makes you think I know what they're up to?
Ashley: You worked for them. How am I suppose to believe you've cut all ties?
|Air Vent Passageway trope in action.|
Liara: Maybe. I've discovered plans for a Prothean device. One that could wipe out the Reapers.
Shepard: We've known about the Archives for decades. Why now?
Liara: Process of elimination, mixed with a little desperation.
|“Ah, yes, ‘Reapers’. We have dismissed|
Liara: I can use singularity to draw them out!
|Heavens forbid moral ambiguity!|
|Not sure if...|
Ashley: That could've been you, Shepard. For all I knew, that's what Cerberus had done to you.
Shepard: How can you compare me to that thing?
Ashley: I don't know what you are... not since they got their hands on you.
Ashley: I'm just talking out loud. I don't need you to answer. I doubt there's anything you could say to convince me.
|The man's got a point.|
Illusive Man: You were a tool, an agent with a singular purpose. In that, you were successful. But like the rest of the relics in this place, your time is over. Don't interfere with my plans, Shepard. I won't warn you again.
|I could not find a picture to illustrate how|
ridiculous the chase sequence is,
so here's a picture of ugly Shepard.
|I knew I liked him for a reason.|
Dr. Eva Coré
Joker: Shepard! We've got Reaper signatures in orbit.
|We'll be seeing him a lot.|
Anderson: I'm guessing word's made it to Alliance Command... something big's headed our way.
Shepard: The Reapers?
Anderson: We don't know. Not for certain.
|Who do you think has the bigger tits?|
Alliance Council: The reports coming in are unlike anything we've seen. Whole colonies have gone dark. We've lost contact with everything beyond the Sol Relay.
Alliance Council: Whatever this is, it's incomprehensibly powerful.
|Alliance Council enjoying the ME3 trailer.|
|Lasers in Mass Effect 3|
Anderson: Lieutenant-Commander Williams, is that you? What's your status? I can't raise the Normandy. You'll have to contact them. We'll meet you at the landing zone. Anderson out.
|Shepard's worst nightmare.|
Child: You can't help me.
|Mass Effect is a pretty cool guy.|
Medic: Our gunship was shot down... we barely made it.
Anderson: You have a radio? We're trying to contact our ship.
Medic: No. there's one in the gunship, but it's gonna be crawling with those things.
|And the Oscar goes to...|
|Mass Effect 2's plot.|
"The commonest route these days for developing games involves grafting a story onto them. But most video game developers take a (usually mediocre) story and put little game obstacles all through it. It’s as if we are requiring the player to solve a crossword puzzle in order to turn the page to get more of the novel."Movies rely on the “Show, don’t tell” approach while games rely on “Do, don’t tell”. Telling your writers to treat a game as a movie is completely crazy.