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Behind The Glass Wall

    Hey, everyone. It's brutal. I have fought my way through this massive Star Destroyer, trying to reach the side of Inalli. After decimating the ranks of the enemy with my Ion Shotgun, I have arrived at a medical facility and have indeed found my woman. The problem is, simply put, that she is on the other side of a glass partition. I watch helplessly as machines poke and prod her anatomy. I smash my head against the wall, to no avail. How can I reach her? I go berserk and rampage through the hallways, killing every living thing. So near and yet so far away! I vow one thing; if I can't save her, I will damn sure avenge her!
     Hey, everyone. It is I, Randal Ezno. Of a truth, I am engaged in warfare against the corrupt Cerberus regime. Whoever has imprisoned my Inalli will not live to see another sunrise. Yes, readers, I am playing the massive new game entitled Mass Effect Infiltrator. I am having a good time with this game. I am even winning some style points. I must say that the coolest features of this shooter game are 1) The cloaking device that turns you invisible, temporarily, and 2) Blasting an enemy into the air with a grenade and then shooting him before he hits the ground.
    As I play the levels, I begin to wonder. Am I a tenth of the way through? Half? Who is the mysterious guy that seems to be guiding me on a mission against my former bosses? Is he a good guy or merely a clever enemy? Will my woman survive the experiments of the wicked? Perhaps we shall know the answers to these questions before the weekend is over.
    This game sets such a pace that I had to pause it in order to take a sip of my beer. Is no price too high to pay for this game? Is no sacrifice too dear? Stay tuned...
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills. 
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