Prologue: how we got here.
It wasn't every day that one was inspired to cosplay as the great savior of mankind, A Commander Shepard.. and look where I am now, stoned along with my crew.. I felt more furious that Tali had been caught, than anything… then again, she had lived much longer than normal for a Quarian, and so had Solus… I felt it a relief that she put us all in petrification together.. the nobles even displayed a miniature statue of the Normandy as a symbol of her.. Heh.. Success Against the Human scourge, as the nobles of them called us.. Racist fuckers.. they can't even tell a Quarian, a Turian, or even a Salarian from a human!! Retards… but no matter what, one thought pervaded my mind was.. I must protect Equestria no matter what.. I must make Faust proud.
But let's backtrack a bit to how I got here.
I had arrived at the convention, wearing a full N7 battle armor costume, but the only things I didn't have were my Mass Effect 1 assault rifle, and M9 Predator pistol. I even had the N7 Spectre dog tags to complete my outfit… Then I met that Shady motherfucker everyone keeps calling 'The Merchant’... Even his fuckin’ voice was shady “Why, hello. Care to take a gander at my wares?”
And that's how I ended up in this fuckin’ hellhole.. I also noticed that I swear a lot more.. then again, it keeps me CALM WHEN FUCKING RATS WITH WINGS SHIT ON ME!! I digress. Anyways, back to before I got stoned…
