When this season first started off, this was the show that did the most for me right from the get-go. As it went on at its own leisurely pace, it became a story with two major messages to put forward; how adorable yet doomed the relationship between Somali and the Golem was and how both welcoming and horribly exclusionary the world around them could potentially be.
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 unashamedly admit that Borderlands 2 is one of my favourite games of all time, it’s in the top ten at the very least. It was a perfect game for a perfect time for me, near endlessly replayable with an absolute ton of content even before you take the substantial DLC into account. So why has my previous excitement for Borderlands 3 cooled so much since the reveal a few months back?