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Edited by cNille:
7/29/2014 4:32:30 PM
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Before your death
So I was thinking (if it hasn't been already posted) why not make a story about our guardians before we does at old Russia? Wether bungie creates that for us (highly doubt it) or we make it our self. It could give se insight on who we were.
So why not? The story can be as long as your imagination can hold it until it goes nova or as short as your attention span (joke) just have fun with it. There is no writing style here because it's your creativity that counts and the enjoyable time making it.
Your story is who you are guardian never forget it.
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I'm not too sure what I was..... but whatever it was lacked substance....... it wasn't what I should have been. Since I Awoke I have had to learn what it was that compelled me to stand against the Darkness...... it took several decades but I eventually was able to follow in the footsteps of the great Guardians like Saint-14.
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I say best leave it to mystery
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3 RepliesThe glorious and eternal machine empire of the ever solid Exo did not die, we simply went dormant waiting for the day the squishies messed everything up.
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2 RepliesI got powers from thee Wizard of Uranus
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3 RepliesI was a robo-hobo who caused a horrific traffic accident while stumbling on the road high on WD-40 and airplane petrol. My bad.
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1 ReplyEdited by Thyy Savage: 7/29/2014 4:36:24 PMMy Exo Titan was created to fight till his last dying breath (or whatever exo's do). I was sent out to hunt down and kill a fallen archon. I was told that there were many dangers and foes that awaited me in the wastelands of the cosmodrome, but I didn't think they would be as strong as I thought. I put on my armor, grabbed my auto rifle and hopped into my ship for the last time for a while. I quickly ended up in Old Russia. I warped out of my ship. I scanned the area, but something didn't seem right... There were no fallen, no signs of anything there. I didn't really care and moved on into the wall, where I heard the archon was. There were some trip mines set up so I knew I was getting close to something. I wasn't exactly the stealthy type so I let the fallen know I was coming. I shot all the trip mines, which turned out to be a mistake. As I started moving down the hallway there was a hole to the right and left of me, the one on the right looked as if fallen were crawling around and used it as a path. The one on the left was a drop into a field of cars. I couldn't help but stop for a second and look out at the field, all of the abandoned golden age artifacts. All of a sudden i was hearing a lot of movement, sounding like it was coming from everywhere. I pulled out my rifle ready for some action. There was a horde of fallen, coming from both ends of the hallway. I began to shoot killing dregs, vandals and a few captains. Then I felt something hit my back with a strong force. I could tell it was big and strong, then I was outside. Falling into a field full of cars, all I could do was brace myself for impact, then I hit the ground, hard. I stood up, dazed... There were fallen surrounding me, but in the back of the crowd I saw what had hit me out of the wall... the archon. I realized I had lost my rifle during the fall. I had no weapons to defend myself but my brute strength. There was also a car next to me. As the fallen slowly moved in I ripped a door off of a nearby car to use as a shield. Soon enough I was face to face with the archon, I was surrounded by fallen and to my back was the wall. I had nowhere to run so I knew this would be my last stand. I fought, punched, rammed, bashed, anything I could do to kill my target but I barely left a scratch. He pulled out his swords ready to finish me, lifting me up with one hand and he stabbed me with his other, but I had always completed a mission, no matter the cost... I grabbed his head with one hand, trying to gouge my fingers into his eyes so he couldn't see. My other hand went for his back, to reach for his other blade. I grabbed it off of him and took the bastard down. There I was, on the ground, slowly backing up towards a car. I knew I wouldn't make it out of there. The fallen were enraged and moving in fast. I made in 1 last call to the tower. I said my last to words to the titan vanguard. "Mission complete". Then the fallen opened fire on me. That's the story of my Titan before he gets revived by the ghost.
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2 RepliesI was a magical robot butler that went outside to explore and was hit by multiple cars. That's why there are so many cars where I was found by my ghost.
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I was born as a refugee awoken, living in areas unbearable by the populous. The things I saw as a mere child could scar a grown man for years, yet it did not phase me. I grew to it and grew around it. The lying and cheating were all I knew. Day by day I would find a poor sap to fall for my guilt and I would use them until they were no more. As I hit manhood it became harder to get people to fall for me, so I resorted to hustling. Why not everyone in Chicago knew it was the smart route if you had no livings. Three years of filthy living three years of surviving the streets. By my end of my third year I was 21 they told me I was a weak sorry price of shit and I knew it. The traveler and all it's guardians were strong and I was a mere pleabent. One day I saw a huntress and she looked divine, she had this cape long enough to purify the earth as it scraped on by, her armor newly polished. She was of vanguard, I wanted to be praised like that. So I followed her into a battlefield I saw these creatures with four arms, they told us stories about these creatures, the warriors of darkness, the creatures of the evil. I feared but I felt warm inside. As I saw this huntress tear them limb from limb it only made me grow in envy. She was so strong and yet was more pure than I was. She fought for hours as I stayed there watching and I knew deep in me that this was who I wanted to be. After about 12 hours of her fighting this hideous creatures, she laid there on the grass. As if the whole world was stop and calming. I wanted to go over ask her for her guidance and wisdom but I feared her. 2 hours went by and she didn't budge, it was us 2 alone and she stayed there lifeless. I saw three fallen soldiers from the horizon. She still didn't move, they got closer and she again was not moving. Out if fear for my life I ran to her. As I soon as I got to her I saw her armor and her face. She was a beautiful human woman, she looked no more than 25 years of age. I saw her lay here for hours to afraid to move because she was powerful but looking closer she looked delicate. As I tried waking her I felt a deep hole where her waist was, she had a deep gaping hole from a bullet and she had bleed out. All I thought was I watched her die...she could've lived if I came over. My thoughts stopped as soon as I heard a fallen yell, they were here already. I had no military training and Any skill I had involved running. Even so I had to fend for my life somehow so I picked up her rifle, it was heavy and had a kick too strong for me, but yet she controlled this beast as if it were a mere dog. I fired in burst and felt some more control. A random shot hit one of the fallen. Now only two were left but after my rabid spraying I ran short of ammo, I was a dead man. I cringes over her body waiting for my death sentence, but to my surprise I lived. I heard a roaring sound come up out of no where and two fallen head explode. I look to the sun and see a shadow shaped like a man. It was another hunter "her" lover. He saw her as he walked by and paid no mind, he handed me her knife and hood and said live past her for If her ghost is alive she would want to meet you. After a few minutes of silence he began walking away, I followed for protection, he told me that he's going to look for her ghost, that she needed it to come back and regain her light. All of this made no sense to me, what light? What is a ghost? We continued our search for days and as those days grew I grew in strength and skill. I tell this story of my past to this point because when I died in old Russia I lost most memory of how I got there, I woke to a ghost of my own and the feeling of death itself. I knew I came back to life it was a feeling like none other. The cloak I kept for so long was torn and destroyed, it became less of a cloak and more of a scarf. As a guardian, I hunt to protect the last city, as I hunt to find her again. That is who I am and who I always be. A hunter a survivalist and an awoken guardian.
