Ah. Randall.. A fresh faced level 20, about the shores of Earth in search of spinmetal when I saw him sitting there with his shank friend. I wanted the measly 25 glimmer he'd drop upon death, I thought to myself "A few headshots and he'd be out like a light!" But no.. It was bloodshed, all out war, rockets flying, supers being popped, the rat-a-tat-tat of my first legendary assault rifle filled the air. The ground scorched and bloodied, smoke billowed around the crates he his near, blood soaked and out of rounds I tried to run. Randall stopped me. A few shots in the back.. And on that day I learned.. Don't ever f*** with Randall The Vandal. Tl;dr I got destroyed, yo.