Imagine this, the end of the game is coming up. The last event is announced and all guardians are asked to go to the tower. Standing there wondering what is about to happen we notice the elderly Cryptarch wander up to the platform to address us all. Giggles and snickers are heard throughout the crowd, talks of his incompetence are rife and well known through the solar system. The Cryptarch turns and stands still for a moment, with purpose he slowly arches his back and with a swift, almost god like movement he throws his head and back up, throwing his robe and cloak off! "BEHOLD" he bellows, a white light fills the court yard, Guardians shield their eyes form the dazzling light. The light recedes, the Cryptarch slowly comes back into vision. Standing 7ft tall, wearing an unimaginable combination of armour never seen before. The guardians all draw their weapons on the cryptarch, a wild gaggle comes from his mouth "You think you stand a chance against this" he gestures to his armour. "For years, you fools have been bringing me your legendary engrams, begging me for something good 'please sir, can I have a nice helmet' NO you can't. You see all legendary engrams give legendary gear, but for some reason no one seemed to remember this. So I tested the theory on some of your fools, switching legendary equipment for level 8 gear. I was sure I would be rumbled, but now 10 years later and you're all none the wiser. So behold the bounty of all your hardwork!" The Cryptarch has combined all the exotic armounr and legendary armour into a force of brilliance. He raises his weapon, a combination of the Monte Carlo, Particle Infinity and the Gjallarhorn pointing it directly at the Guardians standing in front, they all shift uneasily. Gritting his teeth the Cryptarch mutters "Now Die!" and he squeezes the trigger....