I joined Rabidus’s game, he had a few characters that were close to level 50. I traded him the Slayer of Terra class mods for Gaige and Zero, a level 50 Hyperion E-Tech sniper (the strongest stats possible for level 50), and a Sticky Longbow Quasar (also Level 50).
“Thank you!”, he said over microphone.
I joined your game, and struggled immensely just to get someone to accept my trade. And when I finally completed it, these were your responses:
“I don’t want.”
“Eh, why are you giving me your contraband?”
And later on Twitter, “So I dropped what I don’t want. Woohoo!”
… as if I had some sort of evil, hidden agenda for wanting to make a trade.
I was merely trying to reciprocate your kindness when you traded me the two Borderlands 2 trading cards the other day, which allowed me to complete my first BL2 badge. Those weren’t just some any-old-how crap loot, but the Slayer of Terra class mods for the Siren — I would rate it as the third or second best class mod for Maya, just below the Legendary Siren mod that I blogged about in my previous post. And at the same time, I hoped the loot would inspire you to make it all the way to Level 50 and beyond so that you could experience the sweet endgame that BL2 has to offer.
But more importantly, I was trying to reciprocate the kindness that a random stranger did long ago — he joined my friend’s game, and proceeded to drop tonnes of Level 50 loot all over the floor. There were Quasars, Norfleets, Kerblasters, and so many other uniques and E-Techs that I cannot remember. Until now, I am still using the uniques that I picked up from that stranger — and surviving much better in Playthrough 2.5 because of them. I have lost track of how many times the Norfleet has saved my ass in FFYL, and the Kerblaster is a monstrously powerful weapon for my Maya, both for AOE burst damage and for healing.
I am merely trying to reciprocate kindness, something my parents thought me very long ago. In the bible it’s called “Do unto others”, while the rest of us would just simply call it “good Karma”. I just wanted to help other BL2 players just like how that stranger randomly helped me out of the blue.
In the end I get shot down for my good intentions. Again and again, this is not the first fucking time.
The people who do good in this world get vilified and punished because of their good will and principles. Next time, I will just focus on helping people like Rabidus, someone that I know won’t shoot me down for no reason. These are the people who I will consider my friends for life.
I swear this will be my last Borderlands 2 post for awhile. I have no intentions of turning my WordPress into a BL2 blog, although that sounds really interesting.