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Jigoku o motarasu tame no jikandesu. [spoiler]Completely forgot what that means, so let's hope I don't get banned for it.[/spoiler]

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Alright so imo this is how we can make destiny great again. First off we r going to remove all perks like guerrilla fighter that were added with ttk, basically perks that are instant dismantle perks that suck. We r also going to remove any perks like braced frame that increase something but also decrease something. Who's next will be removed and any weapon with this perk will have it changed to spray and play. We r moving all perks back to original year one abilities, so field scout will increase magazine size and perfect balance will actually make a noticeable difference (this includes aggressive ballistics and useless armor perks). Now we r getting into weapon and subclass balance. We will start with weapons, AR's r put back to original state, PR's put to post first buff, SR's RoF is increased for every archetype to meet other primary ttk to make them useable. High RoF pulse rifles range is decreased and drop off becomes slightly more drastic, mid RoF PR's have slight RoF increase and slight range increase, low RoF PR's have slight RoF increase and large range increase (this makes all PR's useable) red death is a low RoF high impact archetype of PR again. Handcannons put back to original state just with slight range nerf and drop off is more drastic, this makes them not usable at scout range but should help with phantom rounds. All specials moved back to day status (there was way more variety back then) sidearms buffed to be a 3 shot so they're usable and the perks now actually make a difference. All special weapon changes are removed, max ammo capacity put back to year one status. Special weapon ammo boxes spawn the same rate they do now except they give up to 6 bullets per collection (special weapons should be powerful but also more of a last resort not a primary weapon, I think the ammo is almost in a good place) rocket launcher and machine gun ammo put back to year one status, heavy ammo crates supply less ammo, but heavy ammo spawns more than once again. Now subclass adjustments, sunsinger nerfs removed (including firebolt and Viking funeral that was an unneeded nerf get over it). Storm callers are in a good place rn and will definitely be great with the arcbolt buff, no changes. Bladedancer nerfs removed and blade is buffed to one shot supers (unless perk that provides increased armor during super is active) arcbolt buffed to do 120 damage again. Nightstalker nerfs removed (except the smoke nerf that is needed). All gunslinger nerfs removed (what the heck bungie no one was complaining about this subclass and the nerfs were completely unnecessary). Sunbreaker proximity explosion put back to original status so it doesn't become underpowered. Defender bubble is now opaque from the outside to enemy team or enemy entities, can customize appearance of bubble. Striker is in a great place right now so no changes. Now we will go to specific weapons, first off all raids are brought into year 3 halfway through the year to give us more content, all weapons r left the same. Elements are added back to raid primaries (KF weapons will get- PR arc, AR void, HC solar, and SC void) suros gets initial nerf, thorn and TLW get first nerfs (second ones were unneeded get over urself) vex put to post buff, gjallarhorn nerf removed, along with the white nail nerf. All black spindles changed to black hammers when CE is released halfway through year 3. All year two exotics buffed somehow to become just as good as year one exotics (not sure how this can be done but I will take suggestions) same with some armor pieces. Twilight garrison nerf removed. This imo would make destiny great again, the game would be super fun and the meta would be a lot better

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[quote] The place: BMO Harris Bradley Center The event: Bucks VS Spurs The snack: Satan's Diarrhea Hate Bears made by Haribo I recently took my 4 year old son to his first NBA game. He was very excited to go to the game, and I was excited because we had fantastic seats. Row C center court to be exact. I've never sat that close before. I've never had to go DOWN stairs to get to my seats. 24 stairs to get to my seats to be exact. His favorite candy is Skittles. Mine are anything gummy. I snuck in a bag of skittles for my son, and grabbed a handful of gummy bears for myself, to be later known as Satan's Diarrhea Hate Bears, that I received for Christmas in bulk from my parents, and put them in a zip lock bag. After the excitement of the 1st quarter has ended I take my son out to get him a bottled water and myself a beer. We return to our seats to enjoy our candy and drinks. ..............fast forward until 1 minute before half time........... I have begun to sweat a sweat that is only meant for a man on mile 19 of a marathon. I have kicked out my legs out so straight that I am violently pushing the gentleman wearing a suit seat in front of me forward. He is not happy, I do not care. My hands are on the side of my seat not unlike that of a gymnast on a pommel horse, lifting me off my chair. My son is oblivious to what is happening next to him, after all, there is a mascot running around somewhere and he is eating candy. I realize that at some point in the very near to immediate future I am going to have to allow this lava from Satan to forcefully expel itself from my innards. I also realize that I have to walk up 24 stairs just to get to level ground in hopes to make it to the bathroom. I’ll just have to sit here stiff as a board for a few moments waiting for the pain to subside. About 30 seconds later there is a slight calm in the storm of the violent hurricane that is going on in my lower intestine. I muster the courage to gently relax every muscle in my lower half and stand up. My son stands up next to me and we start to ascend up the stairs. I take a very careful and calculated step up the first stair. Then a very loud horn sounds. Halftime. Great. It’s going to be crowded. The horn also seems to have awaken the Satan's Diarrhea Hate Bears that are having a mosh pit in my stomach. It literally felt like an avalanche went down my stomach and I again have to tighten every muscle and stand straight up and focus all my energy on my poor sphincter to tighten up and perform like it has never performed before. Taking another step would be the worst idea possible, the flood gates would open. Don’t worry, Daddy has a plan. I some how mumble the question, “want to play a game?” to my son, he of course says “yes”. My idea is to hop on both feet allllll the way up the stairs, using the center railing to propel me up each stair. My son is always up for a good hopping game, so he complies and joins in on the “fun”. Some old lady 4 steps up thinks its cute that we are doing this, obviously she wasn’t looking at the panic on my face. 3 rows behind her a man about the same age as me, who must have had similar situations, notices the fear/panic/desperation on my face understands the danger that I along with my pants and anyone within a 5 yard radius spray zone are in. He just mouths the words “good luck man” to me and I press on. Half way up and there is no leakage, but my legs are getting tired and my sphincter has never endured this amount of pressure for this long of time. 16 steps/hops later…….4 steps to go…….My son trips and falls on the stairs, I have two options: keep going knowing he will catch up or bend down to pick him up relieving my sphincter of all the pressure and commotion while ruining the day of roughly the 50 people that are now watching a grown man hop up stairs while sweating profusely next to a 4 year old boy. Luckily he gets right back up and we make it to the top of the stairs. Good, the hard part was over. Or so I thought. I managed to waddle like a penguin, or someone who is about to poop their pants in 2.5 seconds, to the men's room only to find that every stall is being used. EVERY STALL. It's halftime, of course everyone has to poop at that moment. I don't know if I can wait any longer, do I go ahead and fulfil the dream of every high school boy and poop in the urinal? What kind of an example would that set for my son? On the other hand, what kind of an example would it be for his father to fill his pants with a substance that probably will be unrecognizable to man. Suddenly a stall door opens, and I think I manage to actually levitate over to the stall. I my son follows me in, luckily it was the handicap stall so there was room for him to be out of the way. I get my pants off and start to sit. I know what taking a giant poo feels like. I also know what vomiting feels like. I can now successfully say that I know what it is like to vomit out my butt. I wasn't pooping, those Satan's Diarrhea Hate Bears did something to my insides that made my sphincter vomit our the madness. I am now conscious of my surroundings. Other than the war that the bottom half of my body is currently having with this porcelain chair, it is quiet as a pin drop in the bathroom. The other men in there can sense that something isn't right, no one has heard anyone ever poop vomit before. I can sense that the worst part is over. But its not stopping, nor can I physically stop it at this point, I am leaking..it's horrible. I call out "does anyone have a diaper?" hoping that some gentleman was changing a baby. Nothing. No one said a word. I know people are in there, I can see the toes of shoes pointed in my direction under the stall.. "DOES ANYONE HAVE A DIAPER!?!" I am screaming, my son is now crying, he thinks he is witnessing the death of his father. I can't even assure him that I will make it. Not a word was said, but a diaper was thrown over the stall. I catch it, line my underwear with it, put my pants back on, and walk out of that bathroom like a champ. We go straight to our seats, grab out coats and go home. As we are walking out, the gentleman that wished me good luck earlier simply put his fist out, and I happily bumped it. My son asks me, "Daddy, why are we leaving early?" " Son,I need to change my diaper[/quote]