The formula has been refined a little, but the sequel is essentially the same only on a grander scale. Gearbox might as well have called the game More Borderlands, because that’s exactly what it is. Borderlands 2 is, after all, quite faithful to its predecessor. I can’t help myself.Īt this rate, it seems inevitable that I’ll burn out again. Attempts to stay up and play just one more mission inevitably turned into longer quests for enough XP to reach the next level. A couple hours into the sequel, I caught myself chasing the dragon again, compulsively looting in the hopes that the next body, the next crate, the next toilet would hold some exotic new weapon or item.
Turns out I’m just better at noticing when I succumb to them. Addicts are good at justifying their behavior.Īfter my experience with the first Borderlands, you’d think I’d have built up a resistance to the game’s central hooks. Doling out Critical Hits would be a good way to decompress after writing, though. Too bad I won’t be able to use "research" as an excuse anymore. Bags hang heavy under my eyes, yet I’m still plotting to stay up and play a bit more tonight. When Borderlands 2 came out, I thought I could play responsibly and quit any time. The Borderlands high was no longer enough to distract me from the cold realities of the game, specifically the labor-intensive looting and relentless mission grinding required to keep progressing. After sinking a good chunk of my life into the game, I burned out and dropped it cold turkey. You see, I’d already experimented with the original Borderlands. The depressing thing about this admission is that I thought I’d kicked the habit. I kept telling myself the late nights were necessary to get a good enough sense of the game to write this blog post, but that’s only partly true. Thanks to playing until the wee hours of the morning several nights this week, I’m running a serious sleep deficit. This isn’t easy for me to say, so I’ll just come right out with it: I have a Borderlands 2 problem.
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