Having finally finished Borderlands 3, I couldn’t help but think there was something… missing from the experience. Borderlands 2 is an important game for me, one I have played many, amny times. So there would naturally be some aspects of a long awaited follow up that I’d end up having problems with. Sure, it’s irreverent style humour is the bread and butter of the series, meme-lording it over the story. But behind that front, it was a game whose characters had a lot of heart.
I haven’t been writing a whole lot these past few weeks. And there are a few reasons for this to be honest. Most of which are personal, but what doesn’t help the situation at all is how exhaustingly miserable it is to exist on the internet right now.
A while back, I wrote a piece talking about my concerns for Borderlands 3. It was a story I’d seen unfold so many times before; a follow-up to a highly regarded game that only comes after a long break. To many, the game has been a disappointment, if you listen to the same Podcasts I do anyway. To me though, Borderlands 3 was exactly what I wanted it to be: More Borderlands.