Forum:So I started a soldier...

I started my second character today in Borderlands along with a friend who chose Brick. Simply because we had never played as them before. I must say, Roland and Brick together are like a spark to gasoline. Imagine, you're just a bandit going about your daily duties when...

"WHAM!" The door to the mess hall slams open.

"RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

You start screaming, drop your gun and run for your life. Because you're pretty sure that big guy back there set your buddy on fire. With his fists. And that was before he punched his head off.

You manage to find a broom closet and lock yourself in. Your breath is short, your heart is beating only half as fast as your thoughts are racing and it still feels like your heart is trying to quit from it's daily duties of keeping you alive. All the while the manaical screaming never stops. The sound of collapsing bodies and broken bones fill your ears to drown out the screams.

"Shit, where's my gun?"

You jiggle the knob in a desperate attempt to free yourself from your fresh, lemon-pledge smelling prison.

"Damn it, it's locked."

"I wonder if he can smell fear. I think he can smell fear."

"Which means he can smell me."

"Dammit."

You start wildly throwing yourself against the door, depserately attempting to free yourself, when the screaming stops.

"This is it. I'm going to be punched to death by an ape."

You try to steady your shaking hands on the shelf that's holding a precariously perched cleaning solution. You shake the shelf, it falls. Quickly, you squat down and manage to catch it before it hits the floor. You inhale to start your sigh of relief when-

"CHOPCHOPCHOPCHOPCHOPCHOPCHOPCHOPCHOP."

The roar of a machine gun pierces your pine-sol fresh fortress.

"Crack!" A stray bullet crashes through the lock on the door and you see daylight. Immidiately, you kick the door open and make a break for it. You turn your head in time to see another comrade of your's head explode while the man who killed him shouts "Critical, bitch!"

"Oh god, was he referencing a critical hit from those video games? I need to get out of here now."

You continue to careen down the hallway when a mammoth of a man emerges from around the coner. His eyes are red, neck bluging, brow twitching, face twisted into a harlequin smile. His arms and gloves are covered in what looks like carmelized sugar, which now that you think about it, doesn't seem too unrealisitc given his gloves are on fire and '''he doesn't care. '''

"UWULR HUWURR UWALARRRLARLRRLWAA!"

You shit yourself. He raises his fist.

So it's safe to say I'm going to enjoy this playthrough MUCH more than I did with Mordecai. NOhara24 06:02, January 8, 2011 (UTC)