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Borderlands breaks the mold for the most fun I’ve had all year.

I read this on Penny Arcade over the weekend:

If you had no externalities to manage – that is to say, if you were not a father of two, for whom sleep is a rare thing, and precious – I don’t know what could make you stop playing Borderlands. I honestly don’t know how you could sever the thick roots that seem to grow out of the screen and claim the body, whose novel barbs anesthetize and then pierce the meninges, seizing control.

I swear the guy is fucking watching me as the only reason I am even posting right now and not playing Borderlands is because I missed you bastards and I need to feel even slightly productive on a daily basis.

“Thanks for fixing the catch-a-ride station. That thing was more messed up than my momma’s girl parts.”

Borderlands.

Think Diablo 2 meets WoW meets Call of Duty in a backwater hick alien planet. You take quests, you level up, you have talents, you have blue weapons, epic weapons, shields, special weapon enchants to augment your class skills. Yeah this is some pretty awesome shit right here. And the writing for the game (especially the voice acting) is downright legendary.

Scooter has to be my favorite fucking character in the Borderlands universe. I dearly hope he’s in the sequel (and so help me there better be if not at least some expansion downloadable content).

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