

Last week I was: Trying not to lose it over that one boss in Silksong. The guy with the maggots. You know who I'm talking about.
This week I've been: Playing around 47 hours of Borderlands 4. Send help, I'm trapped in the loot dimension.
I've been playing the Borderlands series since its inception, but I have something terrible to confess—I have never, not once, been tempted to engage in the endgame. The closest I've ever got was when I rinsed through Borderlands 3's DLCs (many of which were shockingly good), and even then, that was more coincidental.