Friends, Dtoid, Cbloggers, lend me your ears! Is a man entitled
to another man's life? Or perhaps, a man chooses and a slave obeys. My fellow brethren, are your relationships consensual?
Gaige and I disagree. Unlike you barbarians, Gaige and I formed a mutual friendship. She even asked me to tell everyone why she is awesome and how we met. She would love to be friends with you all. As a good friend, I will talk about how awesome my BFF Gaige is.
Gaige is fresh as Bel-Air
While the other vault hunters are great and all, they still follow the same archetypes of Siren, Soldier, Brute, and Mercenary. As a Mechromancer, Gaige breaks this mold. Now Gaige didn't tell me anymore details of how she will be different; she wants to be as mysterious as Zero. But, c'mon! Just look at her punk fatigues. Speaking of looks...
Gaige's style combines the best of the vault hunters
Gaige told me, “Why limit yourself to one look? Why not have it all?” Red hair like Lilith. Goggles like Mordecai. Bandage like Salvador. Punk rock like the legendary vault hunter Pippy Longstocking. Also, don't tell her I said this: Axton is turbs jelly of her D347-TP robot. Turrets are fantastic, but Mechs are amazing! Axton and I even agree that...
Gaige + D347-TP = Big O Relationship
Gaige and I bonded on the mutual love of Mecha, such as Big O
and Iron Giant
. Her relationship with D347-TP is the typical "big robot and kid" friendship. I mean who wouldn't want to have a big awesome robot on their side? Just imagine the skill tree inspired by Mecha lore. For all we know, there could be a perk where D347-TP will bend stuff for Gaige. Glob, imagine the carnage a bending robot can do in the Borderlands
Now everyone is probably wondering how Gaige and I met. So let me tell you the story all about...
How my life got flipped...
… turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there. I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In west Philadelphia born and raised on the playground where I spent most of my days. Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, they were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!"
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
LOOK WHO CAME: