Welcome To Pandora, Kiddos

PANDORA, their posters read in giant yellow letters. HELP COLONIZE THE WORLD OF TOMORROW! ALL OF YOUR WILDEST DREAMS WILL COME TRUE!

Hyperion, as it turned out, was lying about that. They were lying about a lot of things. In fact, almost every word of the above statement is false, except for “world”, because it is in fact a world. It also is named Pandora. Two out of five ain’t bad.

Full of outlaws, bandits, and enough violent corporations to shake a Torgue-brand stick at before it explodes, Pandora is one man’s trash and another man’s giant pile of trash. Boasting abundant natural resources, any potential monetary value the world has is lost in the swarm of hostile wildlife that blankets the world’s surfaces and the constant, unending war between the planet’s bonkers denizens and the dozens of corporate interests vying for control.

In fact, if not for one persistent legend, the world might’ve been stripped bare and forgotten: The Vault. Legendary as it was, it was also real enough to be found and opened. When it did, a mysterious new material named Eridium came out with it, and Pandora’s value skyrocketed – as did its hostility. The deadly wildlife got deadlier. The ruthless corporations got ruthless-er. Every wannabe Vault Hunter within 20 AUs made a beeline for the planet, hoping to find fame and fortune. Most of them died.

Of those that did not, most of them died incredibly painfully.

This is not their story, though. This is someone else’s story. A story of revenge. A story of a race against time. A story of fabulous adventure, dangerous allies, and exotic locales.

Grab your favorite gun and buckle up, kiddos. It’s gonna be a hell of a ride. Marcus will take it from here.


Theme song:

Tales from the Borderlands: Eye For An Eye