Mass Effect should’ve been our generation’s Star Wars, but instead EA looked at one of the richest, most lore-dense universes ever made and said:
“nah bro let’s just fumble the bag spectacularly and then nuke the franchise from orbit.”

Like—do you realize what we could’ve had after Mass Effect 2?
We were this close to a cultural empire.
Spin-off games about Spectre black ops missions.
A gritty Netflix show about C-Sec cops on the Citadel.
A political thriller following the Turian hierarchy.
A romance visual novel set in Omega (you know it would’ve printed money).
Bioware could’ve been the Marvel Cinematic Universe of sci-fi storytelling, but with actual soul.

Instead?
We got “Reaper goo bad, choose your favorite RGB flavor of existential despair” and a spinoff that felt like it was written by someone who only read the Mass Effect wiki summary once.

There should be hundreds of novels, movies, and games exploring this universe.
There should be a Mass Effect tabletop RPG that rivals D&D.
There should be N7 Day parades.
There should be kids in Halloween Mako costumes crashing into walls.

But no. We live in the timeline where Mass Effect Andromeda happened.
The dream died so a faceless corporate board could meet quarterly projections.

The Reapers didn’t destroy galactic civilization—EA did.

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