Blog entries from Noelemahc

"Yeah. Recognized," Shepard repeated slowly, emphasizing the word as if trying to magically change its meaning, "It's actually funny how you don't mind me knowing a lot of personal details about your life, but the idea that I might be remembering things from my own is suddenly outlandish," he continued calmly, slowing his pace before stopping - they've reached Dr. Moreh's office now. "Sorry, it...

While Garry fumed (a lot) about Shepard approaching Natalie without his consent, permission, knowledge, blessing or any other form of agreement, he was also thankful (a lot, though not as big a lot) that he didn't have to do the opening speech himself. It still felt rather awkward, seeing the two of them talking, not quite knowing what to do with their hands and, well, bodies in general. It was...

In ME1, you felt like you were a tiny ant in a humongous, vast universe, which had lots of empty, and lots of full, but the empty was infinitely larger than the full and that made the full oh so very precious. Even the poisonous horrible thing that tries to eat you, because you can always RUN AWAYYYYY. Or, you know, kill it or something. ME2 removed the empty almost entirely, leaving you...

So, Leviathan is out. Whether you liked it or not, it has brought around the SECOND significant context shift in terms of the endings to Mass Effect 3. Wait, what? Second? 'das roit. Second. The first came about in the EC, when the Starchild's "We heard you don't like being killed by synthetics, so we made some synthetics to kill you before you can make synthetics that can kill you" was...

THEN "Go back to Rannoch. Build yourself a home." "I HAVE A HOME!" Tali's voice buckled and cracked under the emotional pressure. Shepard could distinctly hear her sobbing beyond the opaque faceplate. In it, he saw his own reflection, and that of Harbinger behind him, preoccupied presently with shooting down Alliance shuttles - but it was a matter of time before he would turn his attention to...

"Shepard." "Rex." Their exchange of greetings went the usual way in the gym, sort of an everyday ritual. Shepard's muscle mass yielded slowly to his efforts, although he kept feeling unjustifiably scrawny, especially when compared to the Kro-- the other man's physique. Thinking of Rex as not being Wrex was difficult, not with the gravelly voice or the same determined look in his eyes that seemed...

"Joker. Joxer was Ted Raimi's character in Xena: Warrior Princess," the wheelchair-bound man replied sternly, "But my name's Jeff. Jeff Moreau." "Nice to meet you, Jeff," Shepard replied, accepting the proferred hand to shake. This Joker was markedly different from the one he was used to - the lack of his perma-stubble being the most outstanding feature. "So what was it that you wanted from me?"...

"For the fifth time, Mrs. Stevenson, your plant is not trying to talk to you, you're just reading its energy field. Which is messed up, yes, because you keep watering it too much, which it doesn't need anymore. What it does need is more sun, which it won't get indoors. NEXT!" Nurse Stacy Watkins detested ER duty. Not because she didn't like talking to people - that was one of the reasons she...

"N-not much," Shepard wheezed, "And I'd tell more easily if you'd just--" She understood it before he managed to force the last words out of himself. He was let down almost instantly, coughing from the stress put on his throat and bending over. "Alright," he resumed, straightening up, "I don't know much, or maybe I don't remember much, but know this - the guy you put in charge of protecting your...

"So, Commander, how goes your recovery?" Miranda Lawson, CIA Special Agent (at least her badge said so), asked, leaning against the table. Shepard was certain her dress violated a few laws of gravity - which, in a world without nanofibers, element zero and kinetic barriers felt just a little bit implausible - and all that was done with the express purpose of attracting as much attention to her...

"I feel like there's something about this place," Shepard said, leaning carefully against the park bench, hoping that the paint looked fresh not because it WAS fresh, but because it simply was brightly lit by the noon sun, "Something that's hidden, something that I'm staring at, straight in the face, but constantly overlooking, you know?" "And it's not the ubiquitous logo?" Kaidan ventured...

Trying to get a sense of where my (however miniscule) non-fanfic reader base is at. What would you be more interested in reading about next? Options include the Marathon series - and yes, there'd be a post per game in it, wouldn't be my first time to the tango; Dark Forces and its crazy importance to the evolution of the PC FPS; X-COM and friends; the so-called "Wasteland trilogy" (although the...

Despite the shock, he still managed to compose himself. It felt a little awkward, shooting while sitting on a chair, but MacCarran insisted that he should do it sitting down instead of standing up - all in all, if he needed crutches to walk, letting him shoot while standing was more than simply reckless. Williams and Vakarian watched the process from a moderately safe distance, as if expecting...

[media] This is a game I never get tired of reminding people about. Released way back in the ancient times of 2003, built using a then-already-outdated version of the RenderWare Engine, featuring a so-so plot and standard shooter fare soundtrack (techno beat, orchestral stingers, rhythm guitars and random techno riffs taken from sampler CDs), kill.switch was pretty much a standard shovelware...

Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you are trying to explain some awkward situation and the more you say, the digger the grave you're digging for yourself? Like that age-old classic of stand-up comedy from Gennady Khazanov: "Well, you're a doctor, right? Did you know your son smokes?" "Wait, what? He smokes? How often?" "Not a lot, only when he's drunk." "HE DRINKS?" "Nah, only...