Nephthys
The Gr8est!!!!!!!!
Originally posted by BackFire
I think it's more likely that Spoiler:
Starchild looking like the child that haunts Shepard is just the catalyst projecting a recognizable and comforting image of himself so Shepard won't be alarmed by him. Similar to the aliens in the movie Contact. His 'true' voice is simply one that sounds like a reaper. That's what I took away from it.
Me too, though I really have no idea why it looks like that stupid random kid, or why Shepard gives a shit about that one little shit.
Renegade Shepard probably would have shot that kid herself if she could have.
Originally posted by ares834
The synthesis ending is bad... Laughably bad. It has gone from bad too worse. Spoiler:
When the Husk gained sentience I literally lol'ed.
Plus it continues to seem to be the most morally wrong.
Spoiler:
Forget Husks. You've really just got to wonder in complete horror what life would be like for a Brute, or a Banshee or one of those things made from about 12 heads stuck together or that thing with a gun for an arm.Plus theres all the objects that apparantly came to life. Synthesis comes with some quality Fridge Horror. Its insane if you think about it for a while.
'The Journal of Javik, Last of the Protheans
Day 1.
Today, a shambling mutated insectoid mockery of my race shambled up to me and asked me in a distorted voice to explain how to have sex with another of its kind. This morning when I attempted to take a shit, I found myself unable to remove my pants, as they have fused to my ass. Attempts to remove them were more painful than you can imagine, and I am force to let the turds force their way down my pants legs. Also the turds have circuits.
I cannot stop screaming.
The Journal of Javik, Last of the Protheans
Day 47
This morning, I awoke to discover that I can hear all of Joker's thoughts. All of them, including the ones he has while rutting with his synthetic toy.
All of my attempts to kill myself have been unsuccessful. Last night I attempted to electrocute myself with a hair dryer in my bath, but the hair dryer turned itself off in self defense. The day before I attempted to strap high explosives to myself and hurl my body into the void, but the bombs began arguing existentialist philosophy with the airlock mechanism. Also, I can now apparently breathe in space.
Shepard. I hate you, Shepard.
The Journal of Javik, Last of the Protheans
Day 53
Today, I met a husk with a piece of paper with the number "27" scrawled on it, taped to its head. Even though our beers screamed and begged not to be consumed, we drank for several hours at the bar, trying to ignore the bar itself yelling at the beer to shut the **** up and the glasses from which we drank the beer complaining that my lips are too slimy.
The husk told me a tale of woe, how it spends every day remembering what it was to be human and how it can no longer feel or love, but is doomed to suffer eternal remembrance of what it was once, its sorrows spiced by the joy it feels from everyone else through the hive mind. Apparently, I can have sex with husks.
My latest suicide attempt has ended in failure. I convinced the Normandy's waste processing systems to crush my skull, only to wake up a few hours later with a splitting headache. According to the door to the women's lavatory, I "reverted to my last save point".
I do not remember entering the women's lavatory. I had previously assumed the doors cannot actually open. '