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Edited by BrunkyDLuffy: 5/22/2015 7:14:00 PM
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A truly heroic Guardian needs to be shown some respect.

At the beginning of our journey to become legend we follow in the footsteps of a brave Guardian that blazed the trail ahead. With the work he accomplished, we started down the path to reclaiming our moon, and healing the Traveler. This Guardian died during his trek, but not in vain. We used the intel he and his ghost gathered, and now look at what we've accomplished. We've stopped Phogoth, held off an invasion of Earth, and even defeated Crota! And it is all thanks to an unnamed Guardian that gave his life for the betterment of humanity. You may ask, "Where can I pay my respects to this Guardian?" Well, the answer is startling. He remains in the dirt on the moon. No mission has been mounted to retrieve his body. No plans are in order to build a memorial in his honor. Instead, we step over (or even ON) him each time a Faction sends us on a bounty through the moon, or whenever we need to get 20 double kills with a fusion rifle. To be honest, every time I step through this area I look down at this Guardian. Maybe it's because I'm in the military, maybe it's because I'm overly empathetic--even when it comes to video games, movies, or books. The thing is, it actually REALLY bothers me to see him there in the dirt. Bungie, I'm not currently logged in to Destiny. Please use my ghost, and any of my multiple drop ships to retrieve this Guardian and bring him home. I realize the importance of remembering our past, so I think it would be best to leave something in place on the moon to show that was where our journey truly began. With us thoroughly eradicating the Hive right now, I think a team of engineers can be safely sent to the surface of the moon to build something small at the entrance to the Temple of Crota to show where he fell. Also, there should be something back at the tower to show respect to this Guardian. We should all know his name. Edit: It's great to see people still commenting on this after so long. Couple of different viewpoints on this. Some people are like me and invest themselves in a story and character. Others, when logging on to play Destiny, are just looking for a way to pass the time. I love both; it's why gaming is so great! I get a lot of people saying he was a scrub that died to thralls, so I'll respond to that. First, it's not how he died, but how he lived! Second, the Speaker surely didn't tell him anything he needed to know to prepare for the mission. And if his Ghost was as dumb as ours is, it probably tripped an alarm and alerted the enemy to his whereabouts. All of our Guardians have had a death via thrall. We are just lucky our Ghost wasn't stolen before it could revive us.
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  • Edited by JoshMdy: 12/19/2014 8:03:09 AM
    His ghost fragment is also very depressing, " At the doors to the Temple he fell for the last time. He fell, and I could not reach him. My own Light flickers. They took me down into the dark, past tiers of massed Hive, more than we believed could exist. Past grisly nurseries hung with pupae. Past writhing worms that they swallow whole. I saw the armaments of war. I am weak, so weak. They have clamped me to this spire while a black foulness eats my Light. The Wizard comes now and then to probe with her scaly claws into my systems, to inquire about my making, the City, what I have seen. I erase and dump as quickly as I can - they will learn little from me - but I am studying them, I know - pain. Always pain. I have seen chasms beneath the surface, falling away to green nothingness. I have seen black seeders prepared for invasion. Their strength is not their own. They draw from another force, something that corrupts, that distorts, that eats and will not be satisfied. The Wizard is near. I feel her presence as a rip and a knot in the world. She tells me things that I immediately forget. I am too small to hold the vastness of them, or the terror. I am fading. I have no more that it can take. With my last light I say to the City: War comes again from the Moon. This time they want Earth. Prepare."

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