The Night Before Mass Effect 3The Night Before Mass Effect 3The Night Before Mass Effect 34 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
by Kyle Evora
'Twas the night before the reapers came, and all through the land,
the people wanted Shepard back in command.
The rifles were strapped to their holsters with care,
while thinking of gunshots flying through the air.
The husks were skewered all snug on their spikes,
with visions of devouring cute human tykes.
Garrus in his turtle shell, and Joker in his cap,
Had hustled poor James in poker, the poor noobie sap.
When down on Earth there arose such a clatter,
Shepard leapt into action to put an end to the matter.
Down to the Normandy he ran oh so very fast,
and thought of the decisions he had made in the past.
The moon was one of the first places to go,
and the civilians could do little but cry "where'd it go?"
When, what do my wondering eyes should appear,
but a big badass Krogan drinking a couple of beers.
With a giant shotgun, so powerful yet quick,
I knew in a moment Wrex had asses to kick.
More rapid than the Ascension the Normandy came,