Playing Borderlands makes me feel like I should talk with a Texas drawl. I think you feel that way, too.

Ne, we've never been closer.

Proud to be a minion.

All Hail! The Fabled Forty-Seven

In honor of our Tex-Mex group member, we recognize the game in pseudo-Spanish. Here's to the next successful jouney to Pandora, to Ben's disdain for Claptrap, for my own inability to recognize a fallen ally at my feet, for the Hobbit's feeling right at home with a shotgun in hand, and for Ne's Gunzerker Gunzerkering. Todos hailos los Fabled Siete y ... whatever's Spanish for Forty.

Welcome, Vault Hunter. Sniper, no Sniping! Sniper, no Sniping! Sniper, no... BLAMMM!