Mass Effect and the obliteration of annoyance

I have touched on the matter of me already playing mass effect in the past. I had also divulged that I chose a wrong character build and as a result did not enjoy the game to it's fullest. I did however remember a vague sense of over all satisfaction from my experience and couldn't quite put my finger on why. Well today I got to a part in the game I had already been through once around and it was full of answers. But one in particular. It's also the title of this post: The obliteration of annoyance.

I got to a situation where a scientist upon orders of his employers had tested a spore on the people in his employ and had infected them with a mind controlling hive mind belonging to a giant sentient plant. As you might have guess the plan goes haywire and and the people go amok and everything gets screwy for a bit. The scientist is then ordered to wipe up mistakes and purge a whole colony to cover the mistakes.

All too often when the subject of catastrophe is covered in entertainment there is always that one dickhead character who either through negligence or direct sociopathic activities fucks everything up. You then get to be enraged that the douche bag gets to go live and usually slink away into the darkness with their tail between their legs. Well not Mass Effect My Friend. You show up and that turd gets got. That piece of shit annoyance doesn't get to go free, doesn't pass go they just effin die. Frontier justice, eye for an eye, black and white, no grey area death, thats what they get-fucking shot in the face obliterated.



Sure it seems wrong and even macabre to gun a being down in cold blood when they are trying to recant their evil deeds. Maybe they would have been better rehabilitating in a cell somewhere with only their thoughts and memories to haunt them and keep them company with constant reminders of the havoc they wreaked. Sure you know it's not really a viable alternative to evolved courtroom justice. Vigilantes are wrong you know this. You've learned this... but you still ache for it. Don't tell me it's wrong you can tell that to my maniacle laughter, pleasure and the video game souls of all the characters that garbage killed.

The moral of the story is that even though people have the ability to show great kindness and compassion and risk everything for the greater good there is also the other side of the coin: There will always be assholes who want to fuck everything up for everyone and shooting those people feels really really good.