Bad juju poem - by a warlock I'd like to tell the tale of my first exotic It wasn't a scout, sniper or rocket It was a pulse rifle before the pulse patch At that time... it wasn't up to scratch So i chose to dismantle it for the e-shard With a lackluster gun the decision wasn't hard Time soon passed... but then rumour spread News of a pulse buff... *i was shaking my head* I then heard about Obsidian mind... So off i went... back to the grind Minutes to hours... hours to days... Trying everything from nightfall to raids Random numbers generating... i was doing the math Thinking RNG'sus was having a laugh My journey went through country and county Finally rewarded with the exotic bounty So back to the crucible... one more time... As luck would have it... i dropped obsidian mind With both equiped it was a killer combination Nova bomb after nova bomb... annihilation The bodies would fill a convoy of hurses Thanks to the perk... string of curses As the enemy lay broken and battered We owe it all to Toland the shattered Back in the crucible i embraced the void But it got the scrubs all annoyed The forums flooded with butthurt... so tragic All this salt... over abit of space magic.