“Had to be me. Someone else might have gotten it wrong.” -Mordin Solus, Mass Effect
“Let’s see how far they fly… On borrowed wings…”
From Armored Core 6.
“Wow, we sure crossed the Spec Ops: The Line.”
I didn’t like how this game delivered its message.
“Gee, you sure are in a pickle. Maybe use some of that white phosphorus over there!”
Nah I’m good.
“Hmm sure are lots of enemies though. Should probably use some of that white phosphorus!”
Are the enemies just going to keep spawning until I do?
“…yes”
Alright, fine. I’ll use the white phosphorus.
“USING WHITE PHOSPHORUS IS A WAR CRIME! YOURE A WAR CRIMINAL! DO YOU FEEL LIKE A HERO??”
Bruh…
“Are you crazy? We’re gonna die down here while those fuckers live it large on a spaceship! They’re not us! They’re not us!!”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, Simon. I’m proud of what we did. We made sure that something of the hundreds of thousands of years of human history survived – that something lives on.”
The silence that followed after their subsequent cussing each other out and losing power was quite heavy, especially given everything else that happened to them; and SOMA really is one of the only games whose narrative really made me question what it means to be human.
“Catherine? Please don’t leave me alone. Catherine – Catherine?!”
“Keep that hair short”
Bawled by that point in the conversation, and still enough to start me off if I think too long about it.
“I’m going to the last place that hasn’t been corrupted by capitalism… SPACE!”
