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Tales from the Borderlands a officially my favourite and least favourite instalment in the series.
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A little more history on Jack Prinsen
Next thing Jack knew, he was with Martin watching his mother get sent away underground in a human sized box. It was explained to him that his mom was going somewhere far away, and wouldn't be able to get back. He'd keep asking different questions like "what'd she do wrong?" and "why is she going away?" or where is she going?"
He was always replied to with either "I don't know"s or "I can't answer that."
The older people would talk about Andrea for the next few weeks, "why would it take her so soon?" One would ask. "The doctor said that she'd have a few more years until it took over." Jack didn't understand any of it, but it would remind him
A little history on Jack Prinsen
Andrea sat in a bar with a half empty drink in front of her. She sighed and buried her face in a hand, her stomach queasy with heartbreak. A fist formed from her hand as she thought about what happened earlier that night. The love of her life gone off with some other girl.
'23 and fussing over a boy' she thought to herself. 'Just grow up'. She took another half-hearted sigh and lifted her head once again, just to see someone sit down beside her. She looked over to see a young man with scraggy thick brown hair wearing a dark grey sweater, his face covered in freckles. Andrea didn't recognize him, which was strange to her. Her hometown was so s
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