A story for you. There was a little boy that lived on a beach. Each morning the tide would rise and leave star fish washed ashore where they would die because they where outside of the water. Each morning on his way to school the little boy would pick up one star fish and put it back into the water. This went on for some time. Then on day the little boy was stopped by an old man who asked the boy why he did this. "There are thousands of star fish that get washed to shore each day," the old grizzled man said "what difference does you saving one make? Why does this matter? It is pointless." The little boy stopped down yet again to throw another star fish to sea and said, "it mattered to that one."

You humans are pathetic.

It's amazing to see such a awesome community form out of this forum and to see it grow. I hope everyone is making some great friends to play destiny 2 or just any other game to have a blast with. I wish the best to everyone in this forum, live long and prosper guardians.

As the sun starts dipping behind the Mountains like a solar eclipse, the sky erupts into a soft red, orange, purple hue. The Farm is busy with the bustle of Guardians and Civilians. In the distance a soft boom echo’s the familiar sound of a Guardian ship dropping in from orbit. A Valkyrie-O5X comes into view. This ship does not follow the same flight pattern as the other ships approaching The Farm. People and Guardians alike look up and watch as the Valkyrie increases speed and engages a combat drop maneuver. The scream of the engines and external dampeners engaging is deafening as the Valkyrie slows from sonic, to sub sonic. Those in the area can see the com-trails spooling from the tips of the wings and the crafts nose. The Valkyrie banks sharply over one of the courtyards of The Farm and its nose pulls up slightly. The craft drops within feet of the courtyard ground, there is a loud crackling hiss between the belly of the Valkyrie and the ground as a Warlock Guardian shimmers into view, hovering slightly as his body composes into view. Within a second, the Warlock gracefully drops to the ground as the Valkyrie banks and its engines scream as it accelerates up into the sky leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. A loud boom can be heard in the distance. Those in The Farm can see that this Guardian is a seasoned Warlock. He holds out his hand as his Ghost materializes into view. The Warlock’s Ghost is encased in a Frontier Shell that shifts and moves. The Warlock nods to his Ghost. It darts around scanning the ground and quickly moves across a bridge crossing over a creek, while the Warlock follows behind. The Ghost scans around an old water fountain, stops at in the center of the fountain, and marks a spot. “Here…” it says. The Warlock’s body erupts in flame as he casts Solar Grenades into the spot. Rock and Metal can be seen melting together. The Warlock keeps casting Solar Grenades into the spot and throws one more just as the flames that engulfed his body fade. Breathing heavily as steam rises from the Warlock’s armor, the Warlock waits until the molten rock and metal cools enough and he reaches behind his back as his armor pushes a Gjallarhorn up into his hand. He then takes the Gjallarhorn and pushes it into the cooling rock and metal, he reaches to his back waist as his armor pushes a plaque into his hand; and the Warlock does the same with the plaque as he did with the Gjallarhorn, offsetting it slightly. Slowly the rock and metal cools around the Gjallarhorn and plaque encasing parts of them in a makeshift memorial. The Warlock kneels to one knee with his arm resting on his knee, he slowly bows his head and remains in that position for a long time, as his Ghost hovers over his right shoulder and tilts forward slightly. After some time, the Warlock slowly rises and takes a step back. He opens his hand and his Ghost hovers over it and within a few moments the Ghost and the Warlock shimmer from view. A gust of wind that blows the leaves and dust around where the Warlock once stood. As the fading sun moves from behind, a Mountain range a beam of light hits the plaque causing it to illuminate with a warm golden glow. The group of onlookers who gathered in front of the makeshift memorial read the words on the plaque. “In Memory of the fallen Clan Mate of IGU LordStephen who has fallen IRL. Know that your family IRL Loves you, your Creator Loves you, I Love you. A part of you will live on within our hearts and memories. Your Family and my Pack will forever remember you and your Light. May your Light continue to be our beacon and guide us from the darkness. You will be missed, but never forgotten. Guardian Down….”

I've already shared this with Anthony, but after reading all of the comments, I'll share here as well Sunday, the 10th of September, 2017, was a normal day for me. I went out and did some things that I don't remember, I played destiny 2, with whom, I don't remember, and then at about 8:30 pm I got a phone call that I will never forget. "Daddy passed away this morning. I didn't want you to hear it through facebook or any other way." "Daddy" in this case, was my very close friend Rick. A man who has been like a father to me since I was twelve years old. I'm 30 now, and 18 years just wasn't long enough. He committed suicide on Sunday morning. Shot himself as his wife, who is like a second mother to me, tried to wrestle the gun from his hands. It was a normal day. And then it wasn't. And in these past few days when I have not been able to stop crying at this monumental tragedy, I keep searching. Looking for something profound to come of it. And I couldn't find anything. People who have not experienced this grief can not possibly hope to comprehend. People who have, experience it in their own way, and you feel like you shouldn't bother them by asking for their help or understanding of your own plight. A friend of mine recently told me they wished they could take all of my pain away and make it okay again. And that's when it hit me. Profound. Sublime. It was the realization that I didn't want ANYONE to take my pain away. This grief is the worst I have ever endured. Nothing can prepare you for the heartbreaking, soul wrenching loneliness you feel when you know you'll never be able to talk to them again. Nothing can prepare you for the guilt you feel for surviving on, I should have called more, should have visited more, should have known something was wrong. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. I wouldn't wish this grief on anyone. But it is MY grief. It affirms to me the love I felt for this man was genuine, true, and without condition or compromise. To take that away would somehow cheapen what was there and real and true. And I don't want that. That was my realization. That maybe it is the same for all of us who are survivors of a personal tragedy of such magnitude. That I don't need to ask for your help, but simply your solidarity. I do not require platitudes or comfort, simply, not to feel alone. Has it helped? Not really. I am still in tears as I write this. I still feel lost, and I probably will for a very long time. No... I would not wish this grief on anyone. But I would not try to take it away either. If you have lost someone, I stand with you in solidarity. I may not understand your circumstance. But I understand your emotion. And sometimes, that is enough.

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