Effect Of A Butcher

Hello all those that have decided to read this, My new story. This is a OC Story based in the Mass Effect Universe but done in the style of a SI. First I own nothing otherwise I'd be a very rich man and not working two jobs. Also the OC is in no way based on me, I just wished to try my hand at this style of story.

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I still remember how this all started, How I ended up here. I was so naïve back then, so weak. I'm not even the same person anymore, my old name forgot to memory only the name I gave myself, Only the name of The Butcher Of Torfan remains. Shepard is Female in this story, and for general reference I do describe the OC but Default Mshepard is the general look of him.

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10 years ago

It was March 23rd 2017, I had waited 5 years for this day. Mass Effect Andromeda was released. I'm 19 years old and a Royal Marine. I'd joined up when I was 16, and had been lucky as all hell when my leave lined so I could have a few days to play it. I'd left my family behind, and despite the fact I considered myself good-looking, at 6ft 5 210lbs of muscle, My dark brown hair cropped short and short stubbly beard, there was no girlfriend, no fiancee, no significant other for me to return to, and just a small barely furnished flat. I spent such little amount of time here I never saw the point of decorating it had the basics and that was all I needed. As soon as the clock ticked to midnight I selected the game and started loading it up, I'd put hundreds of hours in to the franchise playing through multiple times, changing class, gender and even the type of character each time. My last playthrough had been just the default femshep. After it was essentially confirmed that in Bioware's opinion that she was the true Shepard, I wanted one last run. I was drawn out of my reminsicing by the Tv flashing a bright green, Once, then again, and again. Rapidly growing faster and more frequent. At first I just assumed it was a glitch before I noticed it, there in the center of the screen a Prothean Beacon. I went to speak but found I couldn't, I went to move but found myself frozen. I could feel panic setting in before a voice called, A voice I heard hundreds Of timebefore. The Voice of the Catalyst.

"You have been gifted a glorious purpose, As I speak your body is dying, your mind failing and I offer you a choice" The childlike voice with a thousand echoes rang through my mind. "My way failed, Shepard's way failed. But now I offer you the chance to help them succeed. Do you accept?"

My mind raced with thoughts of confusion, Of how could this be happening? Is it telling the truth? Am I dying? And I nodded.

"You have made your choice, you will find yourself on Earth, London in the year 2173, Records of your existence will be in place, I will gift you the information to work their technology and I will grant you biotics. What you do from there is your choice, All I require is a name, A new one. For you to succeed your connection to this World, This time must be gone"

"Whitehall, Mason Whitehall" My voice called before I could stop it. Then there was pain. Like a thousand needs in every inch of flesh, Like electricity pouring through my veins, I cried out in pain and then I knew nothing.

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And that is the prologue done, quite short as its just an opening Im gonna have a once a week update schedule that Im going to sick to, I have the next 3 chapter's already written in advance.