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Post by cyberwolf07 on Mar 16, 2010 13:27:05 GMT 12
Ever since I played (and finished) the game Borderlands I was left with a certain sense of emptiness. While the game itself was wonderfully done, the actual character development left a lot to be desired. So I decided to write the Borderlands story the way I felt it should have been.
Disclaimer: This is my first time doing anything like this. I know my spelling and grammar will probably suck but I'll try my best. Any helpful pointers would be greatly appreciated.
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Post by cyberwolf07 on Mar 16, 2010 13:34:45 GMT 12
Prologue “So…you want to hear a story eh? One about treasure hunters? Hah ha! Have I got a story for you. Pandora, this is our home. But make no mistake, this is not a planet of peace and love. They say it’s a wasteland, that it’s dangerous, that only a fool would search for something of value here. Then perhaps I am a fool, but do not be fooled by what Pandora appears to be. There was a legend, many people tell it, the legend of The Vault. My father would always go on about the Vault, even with his dying breath. Advanced alien technology, infinite wealth, fame, power, women. So you can understand, some little kidos hear the stories, and grow up to be vault-hunters. Well I have a story you may not believe, but I tell you it is true. The legend of the Vault is real, and it is here on Pandora, and…eh, lets call her a Guardian Angel, appears to guide the vault-hunters to their prize. The tale begins right here, on Pandora, with the brave vault-hunters, the Guardian Angel, and most importantly…me!” -Marcus Romaine
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Post by cyberwolf07 on Mar 16, 2010 13:52:44 GMT 12
Chapter 1: Enter Mordecai It was early in the morning when the hunter rode toward the town of Fyrestone. Dust kicked up by the armored bus filled the air as it raced down what was barely considered a road on this wasteland of a planet. Mordecai sat quietly in his seat and stared out onto the open wastes. It was sand and rock as far as the eye could see, with small patches of cacti and dry bush here and there, just like it had been for the past eight hours. He sigh and looked up to the top handrails to see his faithful pet Bloodwing perched on top. Bloodwing was a blood red falcon that Mordecai found as an egg and raised to be his personal hunting falcon and beloved friend. “You ok up there Blood?” he asked the bird knowing that he didn’t really like to be cooped up for to long. Bloodwing fluttered down to the seat in front of him and cocked his head slightly. Mordecai took that as a “What do you think?” and shrugged in apology. Mordecai didn’t like this trip or any long trip for that matter. It gave him to much time to reminisce. He thought back to his time at the orphanage and his childhood friends there. He chuckled when he remembered how the four of them would go on adventures and tell stories till they split up when they were old enough to be on their own. Since then he became the Interplanetary Sharpshooter champion seven years in a row and one of the best bounty hunters in the system. His weapons of choice are a sniper rifle and revolver which are almost as deadly as the large machete which he always carries on his back. “We’re almost to Fyrestone.” the bus driver yelled over his shoulder. Mordecai straightened a bit and suddenly remembered why he was going there in the first place. He fumbled in his pocket until he found a small crumpled up letter he had received a few days ago. The note was very simple with no return address or header. All it said was to go to Fyrestone were a great opportunity would be his for the taking. It also said that a little robot would be there to greet him and show him what to do. The bus began to slow as it reached its stop and Mordecai stood up in anticipation. He grabbed his rifle up from the seat and slung it over his shoulder. When the bus came to a complete stop, Bloodwing flew up to Mordecai’s shoulder and the two walked off the bus. “Have a good day now. Come ride with us again if you get the chance.” the driver called after him. “Not if I can help it.” he muttered to himself as he listened to his stiff joints crack and pop as he walked around. As the bus sped away, leaving a huge cloud of dust in its wake, Bloodwing flew off to stretch his wings in the open sky. Once the dust had cleared, Mordecai looked around the bus stop and saw that the town was a little ways away behind a large metal barrier, and that the only other building around was an old rundown gas station. Suddenly a small robot came out of the station and started moving toward him. It looked a lot like a box with one eye and one wheel with two little stick arms moving toward him. It stopped just short of him and turned in the direction of the parting bus. “See ya’ next time.” it said waving to the bus. It then turned to Mordecai, waved, and said, “Hey there traveler. I am CL4P-TP, but you can call me by my locally designated name ‘Claptrap’. You are the first to arrive here. Please follow me to the waiting house.” the little robot then abruptly turned around and started heading for the town. “ The first to arrive?” Mordecai thought as he followed the Claptrap. “I guess we’re not the only ones, huh Bloodwing.” he said as the falcon continued to circle over head. “That is correct traveler.” Claptrap said and they reach the big gate to the town. “There are three more travelers who need to arrive before you may begin.” The little robot began to punch in the code for the door which opened promptly. Without pause he wheeled in to town and Mordecai came in after. The town of Fyrestone was a very small speck of nothing out here in the wastes. It had next to no inhabitants and fewer buildings to boot. There were a few children playing in the street and a few men carrying large boxes over to a dumpster next to a old auto repair shop. They passed by a small bar and what looked like a large doctor’s office as well as a few stores here and there. The sight of a newcomer, especially one with a big rifle and a falcon circling above, earned some very peculiar looks from the townspeople. Finally, they reached a small house at the end corner of the town that didn’t have any windows that weren’t barred and one door. The Claptrap opened the door and hurried the hunter inside. “Please sit down and wait for the others to arrive.” the robot said pointing to a couch and some chairs. The house was more like a room with a bathroom for a closet then an actual house. The only other item in the entire house was a small radio sitting on the windowsill. “I shall return shortly with the others” Claptrap said as he zoomed out to close the door. Mordecai sat down on the couch letting out a sigh. “Well, I guess now I wait.” he said. He then picked the radio off the windowsill and tried to find a decent radio station to listen to.
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Post by Honey_Bunny on Jun 22, 2010 23:54:59 GMT 12
Very nice beginig! I wonder how the story unrevels further...! Do write more! I like the little robot Bloodwing was a blood red falcon that Mordecai found as an egg and raised to be his personal hunting falcon and beloved friendAwwwww! It gave him to much time to reminisceBoy, do I know the feeling.... Not if I can help it.” he muttered to himself as he listened to his stiff joints crack and pop as he walked around. Tee hee! “There are three more travelers who need to arrive before you may begin.Oh good! Company
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