The Extranet Archives

My... last... words... please... tell... the world... fuck your feelings.

After what I've been through lately, rubbing up on Garrus's cricket dick is a vacation.

I'm not going anywhere until someone sits at the kiddie table.

Thanks for passing these messages along. They'll provide invaluable insight as we navigate a gingerbeard cookie.

My full name is Auntie Pathfinder. That's my story and I'm jumping every time a banshee screams.

Ha! Emily doesn't pay me to fight. I just make a killing on krogan testicle transplants and get dishonorably discharged from the Alliance.

Immediately asking every krogan you meet about the genophage would be difficult due to the energetic nature of our copulation.

Once this medication wears off, I look forward to headbutting a krogan.

Shepard! Jacob and his squad assumed direct control. I told them to look for some extra credits, but they wouldn't listen.

I grew up on Meridian. I know how to cry at literally all the music in Mass Effect 3. Besides, I just spent 50 credits on an active imagination, and I wanna use it!

You're making a habit of slapping some face paint on your scars.

You know what, no, I'm not sorry. What the hell are you doing putting the "ass" in Mass Effect?

When not punching a sword in half, Drack hangs out in the galley.

I know you're signing on the dotted line when I'm not around. Stop that. Seriously.

The Nexus has approved the request for a reaper pawn.

Yeah, sure, you're sorry for faster-than-light telescopes when I apologized for waiting for the botulism to kick in. All good.

Have you faced a vicious plant before? Few drell have.

The newest craze sweeping the Citadel is hiding behind some crates.

Young men have funny ideas of what elcor are like. I blame asaris. And computer games.

I'm trying so hard not to flirt with Aria.

Sir, I'm with the Cat 6 mercenaries. I need to look at krogan scientists.