In which a manifesto of sorts is offered; consider it a “behavior wish list” for the new year.

My hand wavered between two options, neither of which were exactly appealing to me. Or my Commander Shepard, for that matter. It was a tough decision that had to be made in order for either of us to progress, and I was spending entirely too much time making this choice.

Do I destroy an entire race, or effectively brainwash them to agree with me?

I was born with a NES controller in my hand.

Well, that was the story my mother told me when, at age 5, I asked her about video games.