I was going to call this post "How Commander Shepard's pot-boiler of a love life validates the ending" but that seemed a tad long for a title. So, spoilers. There will be a lot of them. If your virgin eyes haven't beheld ME3's endgame, or if you are replaying it trying to get a different outcome, navigate the hell away. Alright.
First, a note to the 1-3 people who actually read this thing, my computer had a demon in it so I have had to turn it off. Turns out it was my media hard drive going the way of the dodo. Jubilations. Hence, the gap in posts.
I wasn't planning on writing another Skyrim post so soon, but something grabbed my attention. For anyone who hasn't played through the Dark Brotherhood quests and plans to - minor spoilers ahead. There, my civic duty is done.
A few years ago, I picked up Silent Hill 3 and started playing. I had never played a survival horror before, so I wasn't sure what to expect. What I did not expect was a main character who had to use her entire torso to swing a crowbar at a monster, and then take a couple seconds to breathe before trying again. Needless to say, I died a lot. Then I found a gun and rejoiced, for I would be able to mete out sweet revenge upon their scary butts. I'm sure you can guess what happened next: I ran out of ammo. Cue the dying.