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.
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.
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?