And this, children, is why you backup your saves.

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Who the hell does that?

Clearly people who don't want corrupted saves?

I've never had problems with corrupted saves.
But I always forget to back up saves before formatting.

Teach me your secrets

No seriously, how do I do that. I want a safety net

Use this. Mix with a cloud syncing/storage service of your choice. Profit.

Your saves are in Documents/My Games/Borderlands2/WillowGame/[somerandomnumbers]

They're saved as save01 etc, so you gotta find the right ones via trial and error, but I can confirm that duplicating saves works.

My cat died. He went from generally fat to terribly thin to puffy and swollen, and didn't come back from the vet.

Why can't I be more upset than I am.

hmm... lack of empathy derived from logical though triumphing over instinctual emotion?
(more or less you accept it and move on?)

as a cat owner i feel sympathetic levels of the sad

When my cat died I cried.

My poor cat died in my hands.

I got a newer pair of cowboy boots, and wrote "ANDY" on the bottom of them. I imagine everyone that knows me will be plagued with the quotes "There's a snake in my boot", and "IF. THE BOOT. FITS." for quite a while now.

My bird died a few days ago. It was pretty terrible watching it. I woke up to its cries, my family had already taken it to the vet and given it medication, but from what I could tell its condition was pretty bad. He was panicked, sitting in the bottom of the cage, with struggled breathing. Staring at you with wide eyes while clinging to a wall, his breathing would get shorter at longer intervals until it would stop for a few seconds, fall, start convulsing on the cage floor screaming, throw itself against a wall, and then start up the labored breathing again.

I woke up, saw this for a few seconds, and declared that he had less than ten minutes to live. For some reason my little sister was watching something that I could barely stomach, so I sent her out and discussed some methods to kill the bird humanely with my parents. A few minutes later the noise had stopped and the bird was dead in its water bowl.

It was quite depressing, though I was more sad for its suffering than its death. It was a lovable, yet annoying little thing.


EDIT: Seems I've killed the lounge. .. Dead.. Dead like my bird.. Oh god why ;_;

Jesus ♥♥♥♥ Christ Ketten.
What the ♥♥♥♥'s wrong with you?



And then you come on here telling us every gritty detail that you could have prevented.
Thanks for that. I feel like ♥♥♥♥ now because you couldn't do the right thing.

hey instead of being a ♥♥♥♥ try reading
he was GOING TO HUMANELY KILL HIS BIRD BUT IT DIED BEFORE HE COULD