[b]It's been...[/b] 1 week since I started Destiny, Tried the Atheon cheese, And I got angry. Five days since the tragedy: "Hey Ric, lets do IB---" I was level 23. Three days since I saw my doom, Tried the Sepiks Nightfall, Couldn't find the safe room. Yesterday was the reset for me. It'll still be two years before Bungie says their sorry. We threw everything but the kitchen sink, In Ishtar Sink, At the mother -blam!-ing Archon. I'm sick of hearing those Oracles sing, And the worst thing, Is now seeing the Templar fall kinda gives me a hard on. Three months in and I feel just fine, Wasting all my time, Hoping to get a mother -blam!-ing Hard Light. Me and my girl get along just fine, Because we stood in line--- At release, and that was our -blam!-ing date night. Auto Rifles, Self revivals, Nightfall survivals, Will keep us amused for like ages. Crucible trials, Glitch styles, "What wild?" And single file B rush, Will surely be what saves us. I'm pretty sure Bungie thinks it's funny when we're mad--- We quote the ViDoc, But they don't feel bad. Every new game release, Is said to be Destiny's funeral. Can't understand what I mean, You soon will. I have a perfect way to tell Bungie how I really feel--- Maybe I'll just threaten to take off my shirt. [b]It's been...[/b] Three weeks since the forums said: "Like three solar grenades, and look, Atheon's dead." Six weeks since the Mythoclast. I can still feel some hurt in my ass. Two days since that afternoon, I figured out what Tempered did not a moment too soon. Yesterday I hit reality. We might never, Ever, Hear Bungie say they're sorry...