Enlarge / No, this wasn’t the winning entry—but wouldn’t that have been awesome?
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“Send us Mass Effect fanfic,” I said last week. “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!”
We asked, and you delivered—and my inbox will never be quite the same.
Sorting through the entries was surprisingly difficult, because there were so many excellent stories.
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. Others were short and succinct. Multiple entries played on the “for sale, baby shoes, never worn” theme (one of which featured krogan baby shoes). Many made me laugh.

A few made me tear up. You guys wrote some great stuff.
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