My warlock was sitting in the tree outside the gunsmiths. Staring off into the sunset and contemplating his last nova bomb on that overgrown servitor in devils lair. All his worshipers and followers laying dead beneath him. All those poor souls savaged with energy drains, void nades and shotgun spray. And for what? Precious loots? Why can't we just share the galaxy and get along. Just as he came around to the conclusion that karma was waiting to bust him square in the face chops for being such a thunder -blam!-, bungie released the kraken, EMP's and gas.