Claptrap’s what I imagine Wall-E’s whimsical cousin would be like: a trapezoidal-bodied droid with metal manipulators for hands without the Pixar robot’s introspective and sensitive demeanor, but with an outgoing, friendly attitude that’s in stark contrast to the harsh, unwelcome landscape of the Borderlands world. He’s a lively fellow, and it’s his earnest urgings and advice that help guide me through the FPS/RPG hybrid’s first handful of quests.
The game starts off (after a round of cut-scenes that, in the interest of time, publisher 2K chose to skip for this hands-on session) with Claptrap beckoning to me. “Over here!” he exclaims.
I feel obliged to follow.