I'm not sure what it says about a creative endeavor when one can't decide whether its brilliant or the worst possible thing ever. That's how I feel about both Star Trek: Into Darkness and the Dr. Who season finale. It is very confusing.
I'm a little late to the Guild Wars 2 party, being of limited funds. I almost wish I had bought it instead of Assassin's Creed 3 because for the life of me I haven't been able to get into it past a few multiplayer sessions. The multiplayer isn't as fun as I remember, but maybe I haven't played it enough to get my mojo back and getting stabbed in the face every two seconds isn't so fun. And I haven't started the single player because honestly it just seems exhausting.
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.