When the BL3 universe was young and Zane was at the bottom of the rung, you and I were there.
When everyone said our boyo was weak and that he had a clone that could not speak, you and I were there.
When the Kings/Queens call got nerfed and the slacker FL4Kers lost their crackers and railed and wailed because the not having to reload ship had sailed, you and I were there.
When the Moze brigade went on a tirade due to the nerf of infinite 'nades, you and I were there.
While Amara tied and bound without a sound and fake-grasped her way to godhood, you and I were there.
We were there toiling away with Zane though some thought we were insane because he was too weak to rise to fame.
But for us it wasn’t about power. It was love.
Despite his many flaws Zane gave us pause and cause to play a game whose rules are insane and whose balance commitment is non existent.
So now that he is all powerful let’s not be sorrowful and let us also not glower but instead use our purple power to shower destruction in our wake because we don’t need to fake … grasp at the brass ring to be the vault hunter king!
All hail Zane whose damage is insane and whose ease of use produce jealousy in those who don’t have a giant erect phallic symbol of their own on their left shoulder or on their clone.