This is how I imagine the 25th of December will go. After a harrowing Strike, I land at the Tower hangar. "Hey, Guardian!" "Hi Holliday!" "How was your latest outing?" I show her Thorn. "Nice." She replies, admiring my latest Exotic. "A complete 'thorn' in my side to get, but it should be worth it!" I joke. She shakes her head, and I look out to the City. It's snowing. "Happy Christmas." I say, to no-one in particular. "Don't you have any family in the City?" Holliday asks. "No." I reply. I look outside again. There's a speck on the horizon, growing bigger. "Is that a ship?" I ask. "Strange. There aren't any scheduled for today. Not at this time." It's getting closer. I recognise it. Of course I do. It's the very first one I got. That every Guardian gets. But it's in trouble. It's coming in far too quickly. I grab Holliday and throw us to the ground as it smashes into the hangar and into my own ship, sending a massive explosion through the hangar. We get up, dazed. "What was that?" Holliday asks. "No time, there are more coming in!" I point to show her. More ships are headed our way, piloted in the same fashion as the one that crashed. They ether slam into the hangar and explode or crash into each other mid-flight. I'm running now, away from the idiotic pilots. I reach the plaza and start in horror. More ships have crashed, and level 2 noobs are overrunning the place. The few Guardians currently in the plaza are being overrun. I run down the steps and pass the Cryptarch, being stoned to death with engrams. The noobs are yelling out, and I wince at the words. "Am I too late for the Loot Cave?" "Can I join a Raid?" "What are engwams?" "How do I get a rocket launcher?" "Where do I get cool armour?" "Look! Armour!" They are all looking at me. "And that gun!" And Thorn. I pull it from my hip. "Give it to us!" One yells. They charge. I open fire, scoring headshot after headshot. Still they come. I jump, and glue over them. I was planning to see what the Vanguard were doing, but a series of bloodthirsty cheers from the Hall of Guardians dissuades me. Cade, the bounty tracker and the postmaster have all been dismembered. I sprint to the opposite side, firing as I go, as the speaker steps towards me, a beacon of calm. "Guardians, welcome. I could tell you of..." I ran past him. The mob decide to tear him apart. I find myself in the North section, low on ammo and running out of options. I launch my Nova Bomb, but the number of noobs... They're on me, tearing Thorn from my grip and armour from my body... Merry Christmas.