When you find yourself as excited to bump into supporting characters as you are to see the main ensemble, that’s when you know an experience is onto something special. It’s the Tediore lackeys for me. You know the type; the faceless, pointless footsoldiers that march to the beat of a lawless megacorp and exist for no other reason than to die, often horribly, at your hands. Except the faceless, pointless footsoldiers in New Tales from the Borderlands are not pointless at all. In fact, they’re so enviably well-written – so reflective, responsive, individual, and wonderfully witty – that they became the highlight of the game for me. And that’s saying something, given that a delightfully murderous sentient gun shares much of their screen time.
