![]() The design is originally geth, believe it or not, and without modifications to your personal armor and the rifle itself, the recoil alone can shatter human bone. “The M-98 Widow is a single shot sniper rifle that can eradicate kinetic barriers and armor from extreme range. ![]() The first is Mr_Hilikus, who penned this piece that started slow but hit me pretty hard at the ending: ![]() I wish I could name 50 runners-up, but I've only got space for two. Need a research partner.”Įnlarge / I am the very model of a.nope, can't do it, still hurts too much. “Shepard!” he says, holding out the bucket to an old, tired friend who is finally, finally at rest. Besides, scientific collaboration is always more stimulating than working in isolation. Another pail and shovel have materialized on the beach and they might as well be put to good use. Should not have expected any other outcome to the war-was naïve to hope for otherwise. Then one day he sees red hair in the distant sea and his old lips thin. …he probably shouldn’t be as lonely as he is. No budgets, no peer reviewers, nothing for company but the joy of scientific pursuit. It’s a decent sort of afterlife, he thinks-considering he had not been sold on the idea of an afterlife in the first place, he is glad to be pleasantly surprised. Mordin will question it all, eventually perhaps when he’s finished with the seashells. Little songs to hum when the world gets quiet. Science to do, tests to run, things to ponder. Millions, maybe, spread across an endless beach with a warm sun and a night cycle flush with familiar stars. He has licked them, just to see what all the geologists were on about (utter nonsense). He has tested their structural integrity (questionable). He has run tests on their chemical composition (CaCO3-calcium carbonate). She is now the proud owner of a new copy of Mass Effect: Andromeda and an RC Nomad, and here's the story that won her the prize: The winning entry: on calm shoresīut there can only be one winner, and that winner is Ars reader Eliza Stone. Multiple entries played on the "for sale, baby shoes, never worn" theme (one of which featured krogan baby shoes). Some bumped right up at the 500-word limit, telling tales of a post-Reaper universe or of how Sir Isaac Newton really is the deadliest son of a bitch in space. Sorting through the entries was surprisingly difficult, because there were so many excellent stories. We asked, and you delivered-and my inbox will never be quite the same. ![]() "It's for a contest! You could be entered for a chance to win a copy of Andromeda and a nifty remote-controlled Nomad! Come on, it'll be fun!" "Send us Mass Effect fanfic," I said last week. ![]()
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