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* 4th November 2015 – London, United Kingdom, Earth James Goodman reached for the alarm clock wearily, his brain begging for that extra ten minutes. In the other bedroom, he could hear his kids were up, already banging around and causing too much noise. He got dressed in the usual attire of smart jeans, buttoned shirt and clip-on tie. Every glance at the soft welcoming mattress making him want to just collapse into it. But he had duties, he'd decided to knock-up some slag 9 years ago who gave him twins before ditching him and leaving him with the pair to raise himself. He reached to the shelf for the deodorant and sprayed himself clean. In the other room he heard a scream and a shatter. "For fuck sake" He mumbled as he went for the door. He went into the twin's bedroom, they shared a room since he'd had to sell his old house to by this crummy two bedroom apartment with an unforgiving landlord after he'd been at the sharp end of the stock market crash. On the floor were pieces of broken lightbulb from a desk lamp by the lower bunk. "What happened" James said, sighing, what a wonderful start to the day. "She did it!" Max said, pointing to his twin-sister Maggie. "Did not!" She retorted. "Did too!" "Enough, enough." James said "Go downstairs, sit at the table and I'll cook up some porridge for breakfast." The twins left the room, James could hear their bickering fade away as they went downstairs. They were good kids, when they weren't together. Max was getting good marks from his homework and Maggie's teacher, Mrs Peters, said she was the best behaved in the class. But somehow, when their personalities conjoined it just blew up like an amateur science experiment. James went to the spare room to get the dustpan and brush and cleaned the glass up, taking into his own room and dumping it in his own bin, he'd rather not wake up to a glass-shard fight in the other room. Before he went downstairs, he decided to pray. He wasn't hugely religious, his parents were technically Catholic and he had been christened, but he was never taken to church or anything. The most religious he got was the occasional prayer and internet argument. "God, I'm not a devote catholic. I haven't been to church in about 20 years, hell I don't think I even have a Bible in my house. But I know you're supposed to be able to look past all that. Anyway, can you just give me a break from these kids? I never knew how tough childcare was. I just want to go away for a while. Can you do that for me man? Cheers." * Closing the microwave door on the second bowl of milk and going to put the oats into the first bowl, James watched the news on the little telly in the corner. It was nothing modern, an old box TV with a talktalk box and a VHS player hooked up to it, a pile of kids movies besides it including such classics as The Lion King II and Casper. But the kids liked them so it was hardly the end of the world that they sat there ruining the level of quality James proudly held in his movie collection. On the news, a woman was reporting on the situation in Syria and the migrant crisis in Europe. Two things that James couldn't give less of a shit about, but he was interested in the journalism aspect, as a journalist himself working for the BBC he was supposed to watch other news shows to learn about how they showed the latest stories. The story was being presented with little camera movement and the facts shown without much filler opinion warping the viewers opinions on the subject, two rather large pet peeves of his that were thankfully not fulfilled in the story. "Dad!" Maggie said "When's it ready?" "It's done now" He said, finishing the porridge on a more liquid level and putting the bowl in front of her. "Thanks!" She said "Oh yeah, I got two stickers in class yesterday!" "Well that's nice," he said, she always had stickers yesterday. Every single morning she would claim she got 1 sticker or 2 stickers or 5 stickers, she did get a lot of stickers in class, but it was complete bullshit for her to say she got 2 a day every day. PING, the microwave sounded. James got the bowl out and stirred the oats in. "Can I have ketchup on mine?" Max said. "Ketchup?" James asked "That's not a very common topping for porridge." "I saw a website that said that's what Satanists have on their breakfast." "Really?" "Daddy, what's a Satanist?" James puffed loudly, this was a rather unexpected question. "Well, Christianity is the worship of god and all the good he's done. Well, Satanists think that the Devil is the one deserving of worship, not good." "But I thought Satan was bad." "Yeah, he is. But god's not a perfect snowflake either. You can tell that to your R.E. teacher." The phone rang. James put the bowl of porridge in front of Max, lacking the ketchup, and put the speaker to his ear "Hello, this is the Jane Hill, I'm calling on behalf of BBC News." was the voice that came from the phone. "Have you got a job going for me?" James asked hesitantly. "Yeah we have," She said "It's a foreign job, you'll be staying abroad for 3 to 4 days." "That's good," James said "Where am I going and what am I doing?" "Come to the office and you'll have a meeting with the boss at 12 o' clock. All I know is it's a high paying job." she said "Alright then, well I'll see you at 12 James. Bye." "Bye." The phone went dead. James put it back on the hook and turned to his kids who were both finished. "Get dressed" he said "Your going to Uncle Rick's house for the week." The two looked at each other confused for a brief moment before legging it upstairs in a furious race. James washed the bowls up and put them away before sticking on the kettle and making himself a cup of tea before they came back down. * Deimos: A moon that recently endured a move, a few million years ago it along with it's bigger more famous moon Phobos were ejected out of the Asteroid by Jupiter's massive gravity field. Being only about half the size and double the distance from it's home planet as Phobos, Deimos was often forgotten about by quite a few people. Only the biggest space nerds really cared about Deimos. After all, it was just a regular old rock in space. There are billions just like it in the Solar System alone, billions of Asteroids for the billions of stars in the galaxy just like the billions of galaxies in the universe. Deimos was nothing special, it didn't have any water, any monolith structures, no defining features of any kind besides the fact it orbited Mars. Though there was something special about Deimos. It had life. Had being the operative word since it was only there for a few hours as a preparation for the final stretch of it's journey. While many scientists would scream 'aliens!' the answer was a lot more interesting. All those clever clogs atheists out there were wrong. A very powerful fallen angel was on Deimos along with a small group Zozgal. A martian species that had been inspired by Satan's speeches. After the first Salvation War caused the destruction of much of Mars the Zozgal had been sent away rapidly to scour the galaxy for a new home but instead were forced to billions of years of test-tube evolution and experimentation by the Angels. Only recently had Satan discovered this martian race floating a few light years from God's favourite planet. He'd seen the hardships that the Angels put on this species, he'd gotten a peak inside and it had not been pleasant. It was so odd, Satan, the most evil being in the universe was saving people and starting an uprising. Though this wasn't the first time this had happened. The last time was the time he'd gone from a regular old angel to one who had fallen. He wondered if this time meant he would fall even further, maybe into some kind of super-hell. Hopefully not, everything was on his side this time. God was under way too much stress at the moment and this time Satan actually had a bit of support. Satan and about twenty thousand Zozgal were in nine mile long spaceships, the one Satan was on was hovering above Deimos. The other eight were gathering supplies from the far side of Mars, mainly Iron, the only thing in plentiful supply on the now retched planet. Mars had been Satan's own little home. His own version of Earth, a mirror of God's personal build. For a few million years all was well, Lucifer as he was called at the time was in the process of getting single celled organisms to grow in the oceans of water, something that would take God another billion years to do. That was part of the reason God started getting pissy with him because of Jealousy. After that, god and Lucifer were having some... disagreements to say the least that was eventually solved with the destruction of a planet from a water world to an iron one and Lucifer from an Angel to an evil plague on the universe. Though some good did come from that, for a few billion years a couple of survivors from the little God-Lucifer incident on Mars evolved into a few species, the only one of any interest being called the Zozgal. A family-based telepathic species with a very reptilian look with their scales to force water through the tiny cracks in their skin. Like a cross between a standing Komodo Dragon and a snake with legs. Who of course, came to an unfortunate end with the first major theological war a few million years ago. Satan built a new planet in a galaxy extremely close to the Great Attractor, the entrance to Hell. At the heart of where every galaxy in the local supercluster was being dragged, God did not know it, but it was a sign of Satan's dominance. Satan was so much more powerful than anything God could have imagined after being vanquished to the deepest depths of darkness and torment. A place so horrific that God himself was scared to venture. A man who could conquer such a place would be more powerful than the almighty. And Satan had done so, after dying the first few thousand times Satan grew accustomed to death to the point where it no longer scared it. After that it was easy, just keep shouting and barging until you get your way, immature maybe, but it evidently was a sound strategy. Satan was strong, so much stronger than anyone or anything could imagine. The heavens and the earths were all at his mercy. Satan would win. * The BBC studios building was a tall modern building, one the BBC had clearly spent far too bloody much of the TV liscense payers money to builder just to show it off to all of the other television companies 'Ooo look at our fancy fucking building, it's made of glass and cost us millions of pounds to make!'. It was only a couple years old and while the building itself was still in tip top pristine condition, the car park had degraded into a nearly unusable mess of bumps and cracks and overgrown greenery which did the exact opposite of what it was supposed to do and just made the whole thing look tacky. Next time they built a building they should hire a gardener to trim it down every once in a while. James pulled into his spot in the car park at BBC studios, at the point about as far away from the building as possible. He sincerely wished large car parks were against the basic human rights, though sadly that wasn't going to be true for quite some time, his legs were tired and he really didn't feel like walking all that way. Especially in November weather. But, a job's a job, and James wanted payment. He got his coat from the backseat and put it on before facing the harshness of sub-optimal British weather. It was a windy and chilly, yet surprisingly not raining as was the stereotype for the country; and to think there'd been a heat wave not 4 months beforehand. I bet early July James was wishing for weather like this, and now November James was wishing for July weather. Hard times these were. He held his coat together and walked to the Studio entrance. By the time he got inside his teeth were chattering away so hard it was fair to think they'd break. Everything in the large open room was smooth and clean, the floor was polished blue granite that seemed to echo every step James took to a level of noise that would wake a sleeping office worker six stories up. Behind a rounded wooden table, the receptionist woman waved him over. "Mrs. Unsworth will be ready for you in a couple minutes. Before you go up I'd just like to mention she's in a bit of a bad mood." "Whys that?" James asked. "Well.." Somewhere a ways away was the smashing sound of a computer against a floor and a woman screaming a scream that would make Godzilla envious. James looked rightfully anxious, he really had to go visit this woman? "You'll find out when you go in" the receptionist said "I'd get it over with as soon as possible if I were you." "No kidding." James said "Christ she sounds mad." "Yeah" She said "You think you've had it bad? I've had to talk to her all morning, on and on about bugger all. At least you only have to be there a few minutes." A speaker went off by the receptionist's computer, she pressed the microphone button and an incredibly fuzzy woman's voice screeched throughout the room. "Hello?" The reciptionist said into the mic. After a sudden 'voosh' sound Mrs Unsworth responded. "You sending him in yet?" Mrs Unsworth yelled through the device, the receptionist covered her ears for a split second because of the high angry pitch that protruded from the speakers. The receptionist turned the mic off and looked at him, "Well, guess you're good to go. Hope you're still good when you come out." She said, giggling as James walked past "1st floor, second door to the window. You'll see the sign; and hear the source." James got in the lift, too lazy to use the stairs and wanting to hold back going in with that maniac for as long as possible, though a couple of seconds waiting for the damn thing were better than nothing. DING, the door pulled open and a black fella walked out carrying a stack of papers, earphones in, trying way too hard to look casual going about his daily routine. Good sign of what was to come obviously. The doors closed and there was the sudden jolt of realisation that you're moving upwards. James hummed along to the shitty elevator-music for all of 10 seconds before the lift stopped again and the doors slid open. The window the receptionist was on about was just a short walk to the right, he went to the door marked head Director of World Service group which was what Mrs. Unsworth's job was. He put his hand to the door to knock, unwilling to actually make the connection between hand and wood. He paused for a second and pulled his hand away, walking over to the window and peering out. There wasn't a huge amount to see, the bad weather had stopped in the true British fashion of remaining raining for as short a time as possible but going on and off every few minutes. The car park tarmac was shiny with water, as were the cars. Beyond the car park near the horizon was a thin row of trees poorly hiding the main road behind it, mainly a poor job because of the giant fuck-off bridge that went above it and past the BBC building sheltering a very small corner of the car park. James wished he could have parked there, he could have too if it wasn't for a stupid little Mini Cooper almost comedically parked in the spot taking up about enough of the parking space as an oversized shopping trolly. James turned his focus away from the dry spot of the car park and put it onto a little man in a suit carrying files hurrying to the warmth of the inside. "Mr Goodman?" came a stern woman's voice from behind him. 'Oh god please no' James turned to face her, unsure if the dread could be seen "Oh hello, I have a meeting booked with you don't I?" "Indeed you do." she said "I'm guessing Diana's been moaning about me." "Yeah a little." She chuckled, "I like to fuck with her sometimes when I'm expecting someone, it's amazing that she keeps falling for it. Let me guess, you're brain is having a sigh of relief right?" "It's like your a bloomin' psychic" James said, it was as if she was forcing the words out of her mouth. Well at least she's not crazy. Mrs. Unsworth ushered James inside. Her office had an orange fragrence that was almost sickeningly strong. She told him to sit on the chair in front of the desk. As she sat down she turned the monitor on her computer around to reveal a Youtube video of someone screaming and knocking various appliances on the ground. "The reactions are perfect everytime" She laughed. "So, Mrs. Unswor..." "Call me Fiona" she told him. "So what's this news report you're wantin'?" "Ahh yes. Well, there's been a few... hidden stories. Ever heard of 'Honduras?'" "Yeah." "Did you know it's a country?" "Yeah." "Do you know anything about it?" James paused and consolidated his brain for any answered, brain turned up nothing. "Not really." "Exactly!" Fiona exclaimed "There are so many goings on there that would be perfect for some juicy news stories!" "Like what?" Fiona did some clicking and opened the wikipedia page for Honduras. She scrolled down, scanning each line for something interesting. All about it's exotic culture and people groups, ah, crime. "Well, Honduras has the highest murder rate for any country. I'm sure you could make a story out of that." "I dunno about that." James said "I don't particularly like the idea of going to the most murderous country in the world." "You'll be fine!" Fiona said, as if unsure of herself. "Still, seems a bit grim doesn't it?" "What seems grim?" "Going to a murderous country just to make money off of the murder victims. It seems a bit mean, If you get my point." "James Mate, do you want to get paid?" Fiona said, the sudden friendliness gone. With a heavy sigh, James knew obviously wasn't going to win here. "Fine, I'll go to Honduras." "Great." "So how much pay?" He bluntly asked catching Fiona of guard. "Well..." Fiona slid over the table grabbing the mouse and wrapping it's cord around James neck, choking the poor man as he was knocked to the floor. "You're being paid in a lack of death." James tried to pull the wire off his neck but it wouldn't budge, he could see Fiona's tensed muscles were almost like that of a bodybuilder's. "Let... lemme go!" He croaked through the tiny gap the wire allowed for voice to pass through. Fiona held his hands around his back and dragged him over to behind the desk. She rummaged through a drawer looking for something. Ah, there it was. A steel rope. She tied him up to the leg of the desk and got on the phone. Hastily dialing a short 3 digit number. Was she calling the police? James couldn't tell from the angle but it was clearly all the same button. "Ello?" She said into the phone. 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THE GOOD: GUNPLAY/MECHANICS:Obviously, the improved gunplay and mechanics were awesome. Holy hell was I blown away from how clean everything seemed. The ability to slide, leap over railings, and climb over obstacles was a huge improvement to Borderlands and I find myself missing it whenever I play 2 or TPS. Guns work phenomenally (most of the time, minor bugs are expected), and theres a wide variety to choose from. The HUD is a teensy cluttered, but still displays all my important info without getting in the way and still looks good. COMPARED TO PREVIOUS GAMES: While TPS had oxygen kits which were cool, the overall gameplay was similar to BL2, so BL3 is a definite improvement.
GRAPHICS: The graphics are nothing to scoff at either. When I heard Borderlands was going to be in 4K, I scoffed because the graphics have a cartoonish, comic style to them. But I was blown away when I first started and saw the graphics and how they had majorly improved, especially the lighting and particle effects. The game looks absolutely gorgeous at times when you look at landscapes and areas from high above. COMPARED TO PREVIOUS GAMES: What can I say? BL3 just simply looks better!
SOUNDS/MUSIC: The sounds and music are also amazing, great songs to back up your fighting really help get the player into the mood, and 3 does this perfectly. BGM is important, and I never felt like 3’s music took away from whatever area I was either fighting in, or simply looking around. The sounds are also great, from vehicles to guns to monsters, I love them all. I especially loved how some guns, Tediore guns specifically, made slightly different sounds as the ammo got lower. COMPARED TO PREVIOUS GAMES: BL2 had some phenomenal music choices, and the BGM was very well made (I love the BGM in Thousand Cuts). TPS had some awesome BGM as well, but I don’t remember anything too memorable apart from the credits of The Claptastic Voyage DLC.
DESIGN: Design choices for areas and enemies are amazing. I have bias for Promethea because I love that dark synth aesthetic, but it looked great, and really connected with the feeling Atlas has. Eden-6 also had a very, very nice design that fit Jakob’s theme as well, and Nekrotefyo has a very Eldritch design to it that I liked. Enemies for their respective areas never seemed to clash against their background and helped to support the aesthetic of their respective planets as well. COMPARED TO PREVIOUS GAMES: Felt a lil weird because Pandora in BL2 has very, very diverse and had an area similar to Eden-6. However, it was nice seeing those areas being expanded upon and given new life, and a definite improvement to TPS, which wasn’t too impressive in terms of area design since most of everything looked the same.
VAULT HUNTERS: The Vault Hunters were created and executed fantastically. I’m a Zane main, and loved his character, but others like FL4K, Moze, and Amara also shine with very round, charismatic, and downright lovable personalities that put them apart from other characters, but also the other Vault Hunters. Each one has a nice design and plenty of cosmetic items to choose from as well (I have two Zanes, a Dante Zane and a Big Boss Zane). COMPARED TO PREVIOUS GAMES: One thing I loved about TPS was how vocal and interactive the Vault Hunters were, it breathed new life into the player characters where as BL2 didnt see the Vault Hunters talk as much or have much of a say to key characters.
EXTRAS: Crew Challenges. I loved these. Exploring the map finally gave a reward beyond guns or a hidden vault symbol. We get siren lore, important background information on Typhon, and claptrap/car parts to find, and even then you’re rewarded with more than XP, as Typhon Dead Drops can offer very lucrative guns, as I’ve gotten a few legendaries that way. COMPARED TO PREVIOUS GAMES: Obviously, this wasn’t in previous Borderlands games, so its nice to have.
As a small addition, I love the relationship between Jakobs and Hammerlock. Its very healthy, doesnt seemed force and doesn’t revolve around them being gay. They feel perfect for each other and bounce off each other well. Their interactions and personalities reminded me of my own parents.
Unfortunately, however, thats all the good I remember. There may be more, so feel free to bring it up!
STORY: One thats sticks out to me is the story. I would like to state that I simply do NOT understand why so many people defend the story by saying “nobody cares! Its a looter shooter!” But I can 100% guarantee that if BL2 only had Handsome Jack and some loose, disjointed story like BL3, it would not have been as popular. BL3 feels disjointed, and I really felt like there were times where I could do something better. This becomes worse once you beat the game. A fully powered up Troy and Tyreen are, apparently, nothing when compared to the power of gun, so really it makes no sense as to why we didnt try to kill them sooner because we obviously could have handled it. A lot of interactions and character choices don’t make a whole lot of sense. One really bad aspect, is that the villains never seemed to be a threat. They never directly attack us like they did Lilith, and due to our lack of existence in cutscenes, the twins never acknowledge us apart from being rude in our ears. They feel very weak and I kept questioning why I never went and attacked them directly before they got too strong. Also, a very disappointing final boss and rushed ending to top it off. COMPARED TO PREVIOUS GAMES: BL2 has a very straightforward, but strong story. You’re a Vault Hunter, Handsome Jack wants you dead simply because you are a Vault Hunter, so you team up with a small army to help fight against Hyperion but also unlock the secrets of the vault. You meet many interesting characters along the way as well, but I honestly think the story flow made sense and gave valid reason as to certain plot points/missions. Even TPS, which most people have voiced their dislike of, has a very strong story and gives valid reasoning as to why we do certain things. We were hired by Jack to help find a Vault, but quickly get caught up in a fight between Hyperion and Zarpedon. Even if we weren’t planning on helping Helios get under Hyperion’s control, we are forced to help because the moon was under threat of being destroyed, and killing us with it and giving us a valid reason to fight. While TPS was short, I loved every minute of the story watching Jack’s descent from Hero to Villain. Awesome final boss for both games as well (Though the Warrior was straight up the best), and a great ending with a great cliffhanger.
WRITING: I want to keep this separate from the story so I can also cover a few extra things. One biggie was a lack of dialogue when talking to key characters. I loved how, in TPS, characters would react differently according to what character you were playing as. It made playing a new character feel truly new in experience. But a lot of dialogue falls flat when the player says something and the NPC just says, “I see” Many of the jokes feel like they fall flat as well, with many being toilet humor but poorly attempted. Borderlands thrives on dark jokes, but also irony. It doesnt help when a lot of jokes are repeated and become generally unfunny. (Vercuvian Ham, Digby Vermouth, Claptrap Sucks, BLOOOD-FEEEUUUD) Another issue is treatment of “serious” moments. Maya and Typhons death feel meaningless and unearned, and then become irrelevant as another poor joke is told and everybody moves on. Borderlands is completely capable of serious moments, which is why its a wonder that BL3 didnt pull them off. Many events also feel rushed as well. As a sidenote, a lot of the bosses dont feel important or even strong. The human ones exist with the sole purpose of “being annoying so you want to kill them” and the non humans just have obnoxious immune phases to prolong the battle. IMO, Pain and Terror was really the best fight. Theres also a weird focus on sirens that sort of just shoehorns Tannis into being one for whatever reason. COMPARED TO PREVIOUS GAMES: BL2 is ripe with good jokes, but thats common knowledge by now. One good joke I loved is in TPS, after Jack recruits Pickle, Jack says “This is the 10-year old boy I hired to help us”. The way he says it is funny to me because hes not saying it as a joke, its funny because he’s completely serious. In the same missions, Tina compares Pickle to a child and says shes a Lady with lots of menopause. Its a gold joke with solid delivery. When it comes to serious moments, BL2 has its Control Core Angel moment with Roland’s death AND Bloodwing’s death. These are great moments that really cement Jack’s character, but even when Jack follows up Bloodwing’s death with a joke, its funny due to it being aligned with Jack’s character and being in poor taste, rather than another character making some one-off side joke. TPS even had this, with Felicity being put into the Constructor against her will and wishes. Its a moment that isnt just sad, but simply shows that Jack would have saved her if he had more time. As for bosses, BL2 had a LOT of them in just the base game. TPS might not have had a lot, but there WERE interesting side bosses. But BL3, doesnt have many bosses that are just side bosses, but rather “hunts” or slightly stronger named enemies that can be found on the kill list.
CHARACTERS: I know a lot of people complain about Ava, but its worse than that. All of the returning characters are hollow shells of their former selves with their worst traits turned up to 100%. Vaughn became an obnoxious dude-bro who only knows how to yell or talk about his abs. Lilith became downright stupid and effectively retconned the events of the Commander Lilith DLC since she not seems to be unable to command, but even make general decisions. Maya loses all her badass Vault Hunter skills and can only phaselock enemies for you to shoot at until she forgets how to and puts Troy in a chokehold. Rhys loses his character development and becomes a geeky loser again, he just owns a company now. I even want to defend Moxxi, who was revealed to be an excellent mechanic and fighter (where Ellie and Scooter got their skills), as well as be good at financial businesses like the underdome just became a walking sex joke again which makes her presence on Sanctuary III weird if thats all she can do. Theres also a heavy lack of the B-team, which we’ve heard a lot of but is a big deal considering how much they were marketed and cared about. COMPARED TO PREVIOUS GAMES: BL2 introduces a lot of new characters but also has our cast of BL1 return. They feel fully fleshed out as well, and are given a new life that makes them feel alive. The TPS did this as well, giving us a huge insight into Jack’s character, as well as seeing what Lilith and Roland were doing between 1 and 2. Moxxi also makes a return and thats where we learn about her skills, honestly, The Boson had more character than Lilith did in BL3.
AVA: yes, I’m making an entire section about her because what was Gearbox thinking? Ava is most definitely a self-insert character designed to replace Tina, and completely fails at doing so. Shes a normal teen, and while that may seem okay, it completely goes against everything Borderlands. Nobody is “normal”, everybody is weird in their own way. But Ava is a normal, bratty teen with poor writing as to ensure shes the hero. She is a number one cause of Maya’s death, as Maya could have easily fought had Ava NOT been there. Hell, Maya may have even gone into the vault with us. Then, she tells Lilith off and NOBODY even tries to stop Ava or tell her that she’s completely wrong. She even tells Lilith that Maya said “Run towards the fire” when Maya said moments ago to not always do that. We then get the option to comfort Ava like she even needs it. At the end, shes given Siren powers to save the day and even control of the raiders and Sanctuary. Wow.
ENDGAME/MAYHEM MODE: I wont argue that there isnt anything to do for endgame, but I will argue its rather lackluster. Due to there not being a lot of dedicated Loot drops for bosses, theres no real reason to go out of your way to farm them when you could just farm a circle of slaughter, Graveward, or Katagawa Jr. However, thats a small complaint. My main one is “Mayhem Mode”. After playing for a while I simply cannot find it fun. The mayhem consists of nerfs to the player and buffs to enemies, the only real “mayhem” is that bullet reflection modifier you can occasionally get. It also just decides to constantly spawn badasses and anointed enemies as if that is fun when they all have rockets and 100% accuracy. It simply isnt interesting imo. I also want to argue a lack of bosses. COMPARED TO PREVIOUS GAMES: 2 had a TON of bosses, and I mean a lot for a base game. Each one had dedicated loot, but some even shared loot as well. Even if OP mode for 2, I didnt constantly feel bombarded by badasses with 100% accuracy rockets. TPS had a weak endgame, so at least 3 did better.
GEARBOX AND THEIR “BALANCE”: I understand that Borderlands needs some balance, especially Zane needing a buff, but a certain aspect of Boderlands I liked was that if you grinded for specific legendaries that your skills had synergy with you could melt enemies. However, Gearbox seems to dislike OP builds and guns that outperform others which seems dumb when the point of a legendary is that it outperforms other guns. Im not saying OP Grenade Moze shouldve stayed, but Gearbox has shown that they want to lower damages on legendaries that “outperform” other guns. It might sound pointless, but I loved grinding for hours in BL2 to have the perfect build that would destroy bosses and mobs alike. COMPARED TO PREVIOUS GAMES; Salvador was braindead gameplay I’ll admit, but still had potential to be fun if you loved melting stuff. Even TPS had its OP moments as long as you put in the right skills and got the perfect legendaries.
VILLAIN MOTIVATIONS/GENERAL CHARACTERS: The twins were... disappointing. I know that they were designed to be annoying but that just feels like a lazy excuses for these guys. They never felt like a threat to the player, and the one chance they get for development between Tyreen and Troy is comply shirked because it goes nowhere. Their motivations are very, very loose. They want to become a star? How does that make sense? They were raised by an overprotective and endearing father who told them stories of the galaxy, but how did they decide that they wanted to become stars and the best way to do that was becoming genocidal cult leaders and awakening an ancient evil? You would expect sheltered kids to be more psychotic and committing evil because they genuinely enjoy it or for the sake of doing so now that theyre free, not wanting to be a star and thinking unleashing the destroyer would do that for them. COMPARED TO PREVIOUS GAMES: Handsome Jack is talked about enough, we KNOW what makes him such a damn great villain. Zarpedon is TPS even has a great motivation. She knew what Jack would do, she knew what Elpis really was. She knew destroying it would save people, but to do so she had to kill others. Thats what made her so great.
SMALL COMPLAINTS: There seems to be a weird theme of “family” that is constantly pushed. From Ava and Maya, Rhys and Katagawa, and obviously the Twins and Typhon. But it feels as id it never goes anywhere, its just... there. Also, a lack of character CQ’s. I loved those and thought they were so cool, Borderlands 2 AND TPS had a bunch of them, but 3.... not so much which was disappointing. It mightve been a glitch but the second Traunt fight didnt even give me a CG or character intro, I just dropped in and the fight immediately started.
WHY IS THIS ALL IMPORTANT: I feel as if this is important because a lot of us had very high expectations for this game. Seven years and our payoff should NOT have been this mess. I feel disappointed because it feels like a major amount of time was spent on mechanics and the engine rather than a decent story, writing, or anything else. I, personally, have very high expectations of 3. I expected many bosses and raid bosses on launch, with multiple planets. I expected strong, threatening villains. And honestly, I dont think I expected too much. To me, it feels like Gearbox knew Borderlands 3 would bring in money and didnt actually care too much about the series itself. This brings me to the future THE FUTURE OF BORDERLANDS: If writing like this continues, I cant expect great DLC. The game will quickly lose replay ability as well. If a Borderlands 4 is announced within a few years after our final DLC, it will confirm that Gearbox is just milking Borderlands for money, which I hope is not the case. Simply put, we deserve better as consumers and loyal players and fans of Borderlands. We don’t deserve to be given a poor story and mistreatment of beloved characters. What do I expect to come from this for those who read this far? I don’t know, but I hope we can perhaps make a push for a change for the better for Borderland’s future.