The number of days you've lengthened my life.
I just had that moment of realisation that I’ll be playing Mass Effect Andromeda this time next week. (Okay, realistically I’ll still be stuck in character creation but the sentiment is the same.)
That may not seem like much; we’ve all had something we’ve waited for, a different game or a premiere, the release of the next book in a beloved series. But, for me, Mass Effect is different. During the absolute worst times of my life, Shep, the crew of the Normandy, the fantastic world that Bioware built for us, that kept me going. It’s been an escape, a distraction, and, occasionally, a reason to keep going.
We are travelers. Constantly looking forward, and looking back. Alone, and as one. We have no choice but to try. For our insatiable curiosity, for our fear of what should happen if we don’t.
I can’t wait to explore Andromeda but, really, playing a new Mass Effect game? For me, it’s almost like coming back home. And the journey is almost over– or has it almost begun?