conversations.from: system
conversations.value: "So, you want to hear another story, huh? One where the very fate of Pandora hangs in the balance? If not, too bad - I'm telling you anyway. First, there was the Vault, an alien prison opened with a mystical key. To the warriors who opened it, the Vault was just a container of tentacles and disappointment. They vanished into the wastelands, certain that the Vault held no treasure at all. They were wrong. The Vault's opening triggered the growth of Eridium, a priceless alien element. Soon, the rare and valuable mineral emerged all across Pandora. Its appearance attracted many. Including... the Hyperion corporation. They came to Pandora to mine Eridium, and bring order to the savage planet. Through their excavations, Hyperion uncovered evidence of an even greater Vault. Their leader vowed to find it - to use its power to civilize the Borderlands once and for all. But Hyperion weren't the only ones searching for the next Vault's alien power. The call of danger and loot is not so easily resisted. Certain warriors came to Pandora in droves to uncover its hidden secrets. Some would call them adventurers. Others call them fools. But I... call them Vault Hunters. Our story begins with them and with a man named Handsome Jack..."
  
  ~ Marcus
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Eye Retrieval Service : Well, looks like Claptrap will need his eye if getting somewhere safe is ever gonna happen. Better do it quickly. Bullymongs eat almost anything.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: gurnade: A simple, bandit-model grenade. No type, and standard-model. Pretty boring.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Insult Jack: You have a personal vendetta against Jack. Not the kind that you gotta kill him to fulfill, but jostling him about couldn't be bad, right?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bone: Just a bone, really. Yum.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Striped Hyena: A pal to the end! Will show affection for fresh meat.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Casual Bangstick: A neat Torgue Shotgun. Great for blowing stuff to bits.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Casual Bangstick: A neat Torgue Shotgun. Great for blowing stuff to bits.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sniper Ammo x2: Ammunition for any sniper rifle. Can be exchanged for two uses of a single already owned sniper rifle, or one for two separate ones.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Wheelbot: Half Death-Robot, half Wheelchair, all helpful on a place like Pandora.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Grim TMP: A standard Vladof Pistol. Not exciting in the slightest. 
  
  Rarity: White
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Eridium: A strange, glowing, purple material that appears to have strange effects on Sirens.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Claptrap's Eye: It's a standard CL4P-TP Optical Device.
  
  In other words, a digital camera lens.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Buzz Axe: GRAAAAAH
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Finish Them Off: There's an enemy, or group of enemies, and it's not dead yet. You should kill them/it. Now.
  
  Hurry.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Where to go?: You're stuck. Well, sort of. You're definitely somewhere. And you can move.
  
  But the real problem is how to get somewhere better.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Windshear Waste: Off we go!
  
  Into the wild, blue yon-der!
  
  Dundunduuun!
  
  dundundunduuuuun
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Unlock the Door: Well, that shit's locked up tight. You can probably find a way in, though.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Claptrap's Place: Not exactly ritzy, but it's home! It helps if you're immune to the cold and don't mind the countless corpses of both humans and robots.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: HONOUR!: HONOOOOOUR!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Open the Vault: You're curious. What IS the vault? And what's in it, more importantly?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sanctuary: The base of operations for the Crimson Raiders! So much to do! So much to see!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Roland: The leader of the Crimson Raiders. He's been through a lot, and may be a bit skeptical about your credibility, but he'll welcome you with open arms nonetheless.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Handsome Jack: What a bastard.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Siren: Sirens are women with mystical, unknown backgrounds and incredible powers, and are distinguishable by the tattoos running down one half of their body. They generally gain boosted power and regain energy through use of Eridium. Sirens abilities generally focus on elemental power and swift movement.
  
  (Sirens start with 10 uses of Eridium)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hunter: These guys and gals are masters of long distance and close quarters combat, and generally have a knack with animals. And killing. And killing things WITH animals. They're scavengers, and prefer to use found weapons to storebought ones. 
  
  (Gets x10 Animal of Choice)
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Explore!: I mean, it's a new place, there's chests, it makes sense.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Claptrap: He's a coward, that's for sure. He's blind, and he probably needs both protection and calming down.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What just happened?: Well that was...something. Maybe it'd be best to figure out what exactly 'Something' is in this case, though.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bone (copy): Just a bone, really. Yum.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Grim TMP (copy): A standard Vladof Pistol. Not exciting in the slightest. 
  
  Rarity: White
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Casual Bangstick (copy): A neat Torgue Shotgun. Great for blowing stuff to bits.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: gurnade (copy): A simple, bandit-model grenade. No type, and standard-model. Pretty boring.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Assassin: Mysterious! Brooding! Sometimes speaking in eastern styles of poetry! These folks are masters of the art of silent killing, and prefer to either work from afar, or up close and personally. No matter what, though, they'll get the job done without anyone knowing. 
  
  (Get x10 Elemental Kunai of choice.)
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Soldier: TEN HUT! Whether or not these brave men and women were honourably discharged, they're damn good at fighting. Explosions! Bullets! PCHOO! They'll charge right into the fray and not give a damn whether it's safe or not! And they only use the best guns they can get for the job!  
  
  (Gets x5 uses of Military Turret)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gunzerker: HOO-HAW! Guns! More Guns! More enemies? Simple! MORE GUNS!
  
  (Gets x10 Extra Weapon of Choice)
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Psycho: ALL ABOARD THE MEAT TRAIN!
  
  (Gets x10 uses of buzz axe, can be swung or tossed)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get Rich: Ah, Pandora. Full of loot, and riches, and loot...
  
  And it's all yours for the taking!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mechromancer: Smart to the core, Mechromancers have a penchant for having their creations do the work for them! Sure, they're competent with actual weapons, but it's better if they never actually have to be used. Mechromancers are generally younger than people of other classes, but have just as much capability, and a bit more fashion sense. Or a bit less. 
  
  (Gets x10 uses of robot of choice.)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kill Jack: That bastard deserves it. YOU NEED REVENGE!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get out of here!: Ugh. Pandora. What a horrible place. Better finish up all of your business here and skedaddle.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Placeholder: There's just too much for something like this. I suggest making your own.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Placeholder: Make ur own u fuckers
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Monglet: Monglets are young bullymongs without fully developed limbs.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Insult Jack  (copy): You have a personal vendetta against Jack. Not the kind that you gotta kill him to fulfill, but jostling him about couldn't be bad, right?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Chest!: Hey, a locked chest! Maybe there's loot inside you can break out!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: DODGE!: There's a thing! And it's coming right for you! AND YOU GOTTA GET OUT OF THE WAY RIGHT NOW.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sniper Ammo x2 (copy): Ammunition for any sniper rifle. Can be exchanged for two uses of a single already owned sniper rifle, or one for two separate ones.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Knuckledragger: The biggest, baddest of the bullymongs. 
  
  And yet, he's still only level 3. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Miss Moxxi's Heart Breaker: I don't want to set the world on fire...
  
  ...I just want to start a flame in your heart.
  
  Type: Flame
  
  Special: Bullets form hearts. Awwww...
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Miss Moxxi's Heart Breaker (copy): I don't want to set the world on fire...
  
  ...I just want to start a flame in your heart.
  
  Type: Flame
  
  Special: Bullets form hearts. Awwww...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: LOOT!: Well that was fun. But now it's time to scrounge for leftovers.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: SPACE VEST: It's just a bulletproof vest. It could probably withstand a couple firefights and the occasional explosion.
  
  IN SPACE.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Psycho strength: I CAN SMELL YOUR FEAR!!!!!!
  
  LET ME EAT IT!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Psychotic: I was doing somethin - I'VE FOUND A NEW PIECE OF MEAT TO PLAY WITH!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: WHO WAS I: I've got snippits of who I was, and I need to find the truth.
  OH! SHINY PRETTY DEATH TOYS!
  If only I could get him to shut up for a while maybe I can remember. I WANT TO PLAY WITH YOUR SKULL!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Perceptive: Little things do not pass them by, be it mental or physical, fast or small. Details will not escape this one.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Misanthrope: Humans can go fuck themselves.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Scientist: You are interested in everything with science and technology, but more important is that you understand it. Molecules, velocity or a poisonous plant, if you don't already have the answer you can make a theory about it.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Disabilities: There is something wrong with your legs, they just don't seem to do what you want them to.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Acknowledgement: Everyone has always told you you can't do it, but you know you can. Finding the Vault in Pandora would prove to everybody that you are good enough.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Inventive: You always find a way to solve the problem. Even when the solution isn't obvious.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Overextended: You have an issue with going too hard. More often than not you just tire yourself out before any real results happen.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Relentless: You're a brick wall. You're as stubborn as a silent protagonist. You're the goddamn energizer bunny.
  
  You're hard to put down, and you just keep going, and going, and going...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Apathy: Yawn. Been there. Done that. Blew that shit up before.
  
  You hardly perform/fight/follow orders at your best when you're *bored out of your freaking skull.*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A Life Worth Living: No, no, no; none of that "noble cause" crap.
  
  You want the unknown.
  You want danger.
  You want a challenge.
  
  You want **excitement**.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Siren Powers: Every Siren has powers: some can teleport, some have telekinesis, or all this and more. In this case, think Maya's Cataclysm skill tree-- telekinesis, but with a focus on elemental damage.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ingenue: Being kept in a cage for your whole life sorta limits the scope of your world-- She hasn't been outside of a Hyperion facility in years, so not only does Hyperion have some latent brainwashing still in action, but she's never had to take care of herself.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mechanic: Machines are what you understands the best, the more complex the more interesting.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Polite: You know how to talk nice to people.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Impulsive: It's called *instinct*, guys!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Through the Motions: You're experienced. You know what to expect. You know that Space Batman never won any battles with a Space Swiss Army Knife alone; you're prepared, mentally and gun-illy.
  
  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Annoyed: Goddammit will you shut up already?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Calm Control: Everything's going to shit for everyone else, but you're just standing there watching. 