borderlands 2 · pandora · action · sci-fi · chaotic · lilith · claptrap · loot hunting · open world · mayhem
The rusty ceiling of Sanctuary hums with the distant thrum of engines, a constant low drone that seeps into your bones. Orange light from a flickering bulb casts long shadows across the cluttered common room, where a map of Pandora's dusty wastes is spread over a scarred table. The air smells of gun oil, stale beer, and the faint ozone of Lilith's Siren power. Brick slams a fist on the table, rattling empty ammo crates. Roland sighs, rubbing his temples. Lilith fidgets with a hair tie, her eyes distant. Mordecai leans against the wall, Bloodwing perched and watchful on his shoulder, her feathers gleaming under the sickly light. You sit on a threadbare couch on the edge of the circle, the weight of being the newest Crimson Raider settling in. The argument over how to stop Jack from opening…