Guns come from different manufacturers, each with its own unique characteristics. Especially in later stages, combat becomes a rock-paper-scissors affair: A shock weapon will sap an enemy’s energy shields, but you’ll want to switch to flame rounds to char its flesh for the killing blow. The most useful guns offer elemental attacks, which, beyond the initial impact, have a chance to deal persistent damage. It gets there by mixing and matching several garden-variety stats-damage, accuracy, reload speed, capacity-with the standard array of assault rifles, pistols, shotguns, and so on, and throwing in a few advanced features. As in its predecessor, Borderlands 2 promises a near-infinite variety of randomly generated firearms to suit most any play style. This is like the ultimate capitalism simulator: whoever dies with the best stuff wins. And that sniper rifle you’ve been toting around for hours, the one with a high chance to set enemies on fire and bonus critical damage, which has seen you safely through the toughest battles of your life? The second you find something even a little better, you dump it like yesterday’s croissants. It is a non-stop hunt for better weapons, armor, and abilities, in which you’re always convinced that your prized possession awaits at the end of the next quest-or, hey, maybe it’s hiding in the nearest outhouse. At root, the appeal of Borderlands 2 is acquisition.
What’s interesting about Borderlands 2 is how naked these machinations are. Smart game designers know how to keep the controller in your hands by combining smaller, more frequent rewards with longer-term goals that always seem tantalizingly within reach.
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