Deymian you can't be a sky until you continue to +1 until you get Zolden math LOL

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I agree on many things, but have to respectfully disagree with one. Bungie shouldn't close its doors immediately. Let them continue to make games, until the day people get fed up and sales drop in a downwards spiral towards the extinction of this company. Activision will leave, along with all the money hogs, and they will hit bottom. With only a skeleton crew, these few employees remember what it was supposed to be, how it was supposed to end. And in a flash, Bungie will resurrect like a sun singer and bring back its old glory. At least that's what I hope.

A few thoughts... Destiny isn't an MMO, it's a "MO" (-massive) if anything and you can add FPSRPG to that if you like. As such, it's designed to be easier to swallow and requires less of a commitment than MMOs. There really are only 3 types of quests in any MMO/RPG. Kill stuff, collect stuff and explore stuff. Destiny has all three, they may not have given them as much fanfare, but they do follow traditional archetypes. Bungie's raids are also a little shorter, but as I recall, it's the trash mobs that really extend most MMO raids. Bungie let us largely off the hook with having to slog through 20 minutes worth of trash to get to the next boss. Often times they replaced trash with puzzles, which can be more or less enjoyable. As a former (sorta still) MMO player, I agree that Destiny doesn't offer as much PVE content as I'd like, but they made huge strides in the right direction with TTK. If they keep going this way, we may eventually get a more MMO-like experience. As for the cost, Blizzard charges me ~$210 a year for WoW, Bungie charges me ~$85 or ~$7/mo. So it's a much cheaper alternative to buying MMO expansions, paying a sub fee and having to upgrade my PC every few years. That's my take on it anyway. Edit: typos

Looks like your BS inspired rant isn't very agreeable...

What about halo 5?

You only have 4100 grimoire. You could try getting that up a bit.

But that's just, like your opinion man.

Bye Felicia.

You're missing a choice. The "I don't give a shit" choice. Should have put it in.

^^^ How'd that poll work out for you?

To bad for your post, most of the people there are fanboys. They can't step back and see what's Destiny really is. It's always black or withe it's never grey. TTK is a big step forward, but it's still not much, one months like the other DLC, most of the exotic on quest that way too easy. (Sorry but gunsmith quest is a joke ..., chaperon is a bit better, and ToM if you slow it it's hard if not it's easy, and I'm not talking about sleeper simulant that took not even an hour at least if you don't count the wasting time looking for a warsat) there is still a lack of story, I was thinking sleeper simulant quest would have got more story inside ... even worst not a word inside the quest just the music at the end of firewall. And don't get me wrong, I have almost 900h spent on the game ( it put me in the top 30 000 fo time spent into the game. And yes I'm afraid of this number ... it's like 40 days playing, more than a months in after 1year of Destiny) So I do appreciate it, but what I appreciate is the fun I have with the friend I made from the game. The game itself is empty, it was first the first time but 3 character ... 3 times all the missions. I don't complain doing Raid 3 times cause it's a fun time with my team. But the rest, it's a lack of story except if you go inside the grimoire and I'm not a fan enough to go read all those grimoire. I might continue buying Destiny as long as my team still play it. But I only buy the extension because of friend and not for the content of the game because I knew it was going to be a disappointment after just couples weeks. I have to say Black Spindle was amazing when I discover hey did that ... but it's a grain of salt in the sea.