Also I don't sports.
I do, however, yell really well.
Speaking of Mass Effect, this shit is going on:
Have I mentioned this part is hard? Lord almighty this part is hard.
I gotta be honest, I've been incredibly sick with something that you don't want to hear much about. (I'm not even kidding. You don't want to hear what I have to collect and take into the doctor.) So mostly I've been pissing with this section and not getting very far because you don't even want me to finish this sentence.
I did figure out a trick though! So the destroyer sends out these huge red beams, right?
If you can line up the banshees real good --
The reaper just takes care of shit for you. You gotta scoot at the last second, though. Or else.
Also you've got to make sure your asshole squadmates aren't following you around.
You assholes survived as my team for three games, jfc.
Eventually, a hundred and seventy five deaths later,
So, let's do it! Let's shoot a reaper!
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