We were on patrol in Venus when a squad of Vex happened upon us. The Vex killed all of my buddies and I was left scrambling through the swamps to escape them. Suddenly I fell into a deep pool of Venusian slime. I managed to struggle out and to my horror, a Praetorian bore down upon me. I ran as fast as I could but the Venusian atmosphere and swamp was clogging the machine-assisted joints of my armour, until I couldn't move at all. The Praetorian closed in on me and held his Void cannon at my head. I could hear the click of machinery as the gears in his mechanical arm came closer to "pulling the trigger" of the cannon. Suddenly, a huge shot rang out, like a car crashing into the Praetorian. It happened again! Then again! The Praetorian was smashed beyond recognition. There standing amongst the smashed wreck was SmoggyPluto with shotgun in hand. "Void shotgun" he quipped as he held out his hand to help me up. "Thanks Smoggy", I said. "You again? Ha! No problem guardian", he replied. "Smoggy, why won't a Gjallahorn drop for me?" "Chilly, Gjallarhorn will drop when it is right for you. It will not drop when you are not ready. I will not drop when it's too late. It will drop when it's the right time, but, it will drop." "Well, ok, so how do I Become Legend like you?" "Chilly, mark these words and pass them on to all guardians.... when someone comes up to you and says 'Chilly, how do I Become Legend like you?', well, that's when you have BECOME LEGEND." He bid me farewell and threw me his shotgun. "You might need this, guardian", he said. Thanks Smoggy. Thanks mate, you're the real deal. ... and he rode off in the sunset. That's the third time I met SmoggyPluto.