Be Axton.

Your name is Axton. You abandoned your last name when your wife and superior officer divorced and discharged you and you fled to the border planets to escape a firing squad. After pursuing bounties for a few years on Pandora, you got bored and sought after the Vault. Unfortunately, all your training and expertise couldn't protect you from a box car full of dynamite. So here you lay, asleep in the snow, unaware of the shadowy figure trying to put up with your snoring.

Your unconscious illusions are filled with the glorious past that got you in so much trouble to begin with. You blew up entire rival bases and took down entire teams of enemy soldiers. But your reckless behavior almost got you executed by your own brothers-in-arms.

Romantics, however, never quite came as easy as being a bad-ass. After years of flirting, dating, fighting, you finally married the girl of your dreams. Until that bitch discharged you from the army and your marriage. So now the only thing that cares for you is your turret, and even she is cold.

Your thoughts drift to the train that almost killed you. There were others with you, a man, two women, and some tall person with a holographic face plate. There also may have been a face in a window.

You didn't know them too well, but damn they could fight! Salvador, that one guy who jumped out of the train could fire two guns at once. Maya, the Siren kicked some ass, and Gaige, the red-head with the robot was a killing machine. And who knows where Zero, the tall person went off to, but his sword was covered in blood, so he must have done something.

But now, you feel yourself starting to come to.

Be Zero.

You are Zero, a mysterious assassin from God knows where. No one knows much about you, except that you speak in haiku and are not completely human. You have accepted contracts to kill politicians, bums, commoners, anyone really. Everyone needs an income, right?

The man you pulled out of the train car is starting to come to. He groans and holds his head. You watch him intently. Why you saved him, you don't know, but you have a feeling he will be useful.

"How long was I out?" He groans, holding his head in his hand.

You remain silent.

"Not much of a talker, are you?"

"I do not speak much/ Action speaks louder than words/ Speaking wastes my time." You say calmly.

He remains silent for a second before speaking. "Was that a haiku?"

"Yes."

"Cool. I think we're going to get along fine, uh, Zero, right?"

You nod.

"Where are we?"

"Current location/ It is unknown to me now/ We maybe are lost?" You look at your echo device before he can say something stupid about your speech, but he was already searching.

"Liar's berg is a few clicks north from here. We can be there within a few hours," He said as he scrolled along the map.

"I'll follow you, Axton." You say.

And so the two of you now trudge through the snow of the frozen wastes. Other than the howling wind, distant gunfire, and bestial roars, all was quiet. But you get the feeling that something is about to go very, very wrong.

Be Axton.

The area around you is quiet as you walk with your new mysterious partner. The snow is deep, slowing your progress. The freezing wind doesn't faze you, though. You were trained to handle things like this. Your new friend seems okay, also.

Something, however, seems off. The wind stopped, and so did the gunfire and roars. Someone, our something, just won. You start to walk faster, because you don't want to face whatever didn't end up dying in that fight. Zero must feel the same way, because he changes his pace also.

You trudge forth in silence, hoping you can reach the Berg before nightfall. Your hopes are short-lived, however, as the sun sets a mere hour into your hike. You begrudgingly stop in your tracks and ask zero to help set up a camp. He displays a frown face emoticon on his face plate, but he goes in search of for something to take cover under, anyway.

While you wait for your dark and brooding friend, you decide to check your weaponry. Your rifle, a fast Vladof assault weapon, seems to still be in working order. Your corrosive Dahl rifle seems to be working as well. A good thing, too, because it looks like you may need it soon. A couple shady characters are heading your way.

Be a couple Shady characters.

You are a group of Bandits, the names of which are unimportant because, unbeknownst to you, you are merely cannon fodder, bullet sponges, or otherwise moving targets. You no value, and have an average life expectancy of a single minute. Are you crying? Dude, buck up; you are a bandit! You need to be a tough, hard-ass, killing machine. Stop crying before your friends see you!

After you dry your wimpy tears, you shout at the guy standing in the snow to hold his hands up. Instead, he throws a box at you. You look at it, sitting at your feet for a second before it explodes into heat and shrapnel and radiation. A nuke just went off at your feet and only two out of five of you died. But, a turret now stands in the wake of the explosion, taking aim at your faces.

But before the turret could kill any of you, five kunai knives seemed to fly out of thin air. Three electrocuted you, and the other two covered two of you in slag. Then only seconds later, one of you that was slagged was cut completely in half by a blue sword. The second slagged you got lit up by the turret. Now there is only one you. A quick bullet to the brain ends you fast.

Be Zero.

Ah, the thrill of the kill. Nothing quite satisfies you like bloodying your blade. Axton seems pleased with your handiwork as well.

"Dude, that was so sick!" Axton practically fanboys all over you. "The way you were like 'ba-blam!' and with those knives, and then like 'slash' with that sword, holy shit!"

You display a smiley face over your face-plate, appreciating the praise, but do not speak. You offer Axton a high-five (or rather, high-four for you), which he gratefully accepts and returns. You two continue your hike to the Liar's Berg.

The rest of the walk gave you no trouble, even though you had to stumble along in the dark. However, upon reaching the Berg, you and Axton are faced with four people, armed to the teeth. A truxican standoff has started.