I've been quiet due to the Farms repeatedly going down, but I'll pipe up for this shit. There are three reasons I did not care about the Pre-Sequel:
The first is that they could barely keep the characterization within Borderlands 2 intact without fucking it up (Axton being my favorite case, since the audio logs showing he was married are something Burchy Boy likes to pretend don't exists). That's on top of characters from BL1 they fucked up in BL2 because fuck you, that's why.
Second, did you see how awful BL2's balance was at the end? Holy shit. Let me put it in numbers so you can understand: the amount of XP needed to reach lv 72 is 9520933. To put that in perspective, it takes 3429728 XP to reach lv 50 (the original cap) and getting to lv 61 takes 5985086 XP (the first expanded cap). Essentially, if you started a new character in BL2 at the exact same time you started getting a level 61 character up to level 72, and ground them at the same time, you'd be level 57 on the alt before you were halfway to level 72. And don't even get me fucking started on what this does to enemy healthbars. Fucking Gearbox was wondering why shit like rocket jumping out of the arena and going after Raid bosses from places they couldn't possibly retaliate from was a thing? Jesus.
Lastly: why the fuck would I give a shit about a game centered around a group of unlikable pricks I justifiably saturated with Slag and emptied mag after mag of Vladof rifle fire into? Wilhelm was barely a character. Jack's ex was an unlikable cunt. I murdered both of them without a sliver of remorse and would do so in a second again because they were fucking unlikable assholes. Jack was the worst of all of them, because someone at Gearbox clearly thought he was a great villain. I found him fucking obnoxious at best and an argument for the expansion of the second amendment at worst, and throughout the entire game I was struck not by how powerful or influential or intimidating this asshat was, but instead was repeatedly asking why the sugar-frosted fuck my Hunter never invested in a fucking spam filter for his comms device. He was a petulent, abusive, spiteful shit who clearly was someone's special snowflake villain character and the image of his ragdoll catapulting into the middle distance from a Torgue quad-barrel Shotgun at point blank range is one that continues to ease my sleep at night. I don't give a shit that he may have had complicated motivations or in his youth saved an orphanage full of puppies or something; he was the worst problem with BL2's narrative and I felt richer for the franchise having lost him. Especially with how bad he was allowed to break the rules of the setting (ignoring Roland's shield, and not provoking aggro from Roland's turret, and indeed, my turret in the same fucking cutscene. Bonus for Roland being inside the fucking bubble shield of my turret for maximum retardation).
