How does it feel to have better story telling than a AAA company?

[i]A cold chill ran down Polaris' spine, making its way through the thick outer layers of his deep maroon armour. It reminded him of home, the Russian hellscape of a Post Golden-Age adventure he longed to return to. He could still go back to the Cosmodrome, but no, he wasn't going back there just yet. He had work to do in the Old Americas, a job that he himself considered to be quite large. Hawthorne was no Guardian, and she was very likely dead after so long of a life. Cayde, Zavala, Ikora... All these years had passed, and in time, so had the City they once protected. Crota and Oryx were memories from a bygone age, irrelevant entirely to the lives of anybody today; Dominus Ghaul hadn't succeeded, but with the Vex present, it likely would not have mattered if he succeeded in taking over the system. All the past memories were all Polaris had left. His friends, dead. His equipment, destroyed. His memories, still intact, and ready to serve him. So, the Warlock of Ages put his years of mental experience to good use. Standing atop a Martian rooftop, he saw plenty of things. Cabal movements, Vex teleportations, even the occasional Guardian from his spot so high up in the clouds of Mars. He missed home, but Mars was a second home to him, a place he truly should have spent more time visiting as a young Guardian. If only he had listened to Arach Jahal... The Warlock folded his arms as he looked to his Ghost, who had been using its body to poke around in a pile of rubble. It didn't speak, but once it came back to Polaris with a papery map on its head, the typically disapproving Guardian took a moment to laugh and fold it up. Setting it in a small backpack that would soon fade into nothingness, he grabbed a pair of old binoculars and began scouting the scenery from atop an ancient watchtower that, thankfully, hadn't been broken down just yet. [/i] ((Open.))

[b]The moon[/b] The worm was hungering. Would the tribute be enough? Since the guardians had died, it had become harder to find good killing. The wizards grew restless for tribute. A seldom heard hum came from the mouth of the cave. A sparrow. This guardian was stupid. Weakened and giving away his location. The whine stopped near the edge of the cave. The fallen had come on their pikes and a skirmish had begun outside the cave. Electricity screamed from both sides. This one was what they called a titan. The fallen would be easy to kill and clean up if we weren’t found first. As the titan finished off the final pike, he neared our cave. An orb of void energy appeared. “A gift. “ he called. This would power rituals for the gods. Another acolyte took it at once. “I’ve come to drink in the sword-logic” he called. He wished to become hive it seemed. Losing the light left him craving power it seems. “Do you not wish to grow fat from strength with me?” Would I take him in as an acolyte? [spoiler]let me know what you think, first time writing anything like this, and I thought it might be neat to have a guardian try and practice the way of the hive. Feel free to continue it. [/spoiler]

[b]Forgotten Shore, Cosmodrome. 0900 hours.[/b] A small group of Fallen were patrolling the area, three Vandals, two dregs, and one shank all being led by a single Captain. It was a routine patrol, none suspecting a thing as they all have done this route plenty of times before. However, this time was different. As they passed one of the rusted ships, a set of blue dimly glowing eyes followed them from the inner darkness of the ruined ship. Tl'arac just stared at the group silently, pondering whether or not to bother with this group. Shrugging, he activated his cloaking tech, unsheathing his sword as he krept slowly behind the patrol, weaving in and out between the dregs and vandals to get right behind the Captain. With a quick thrust, he drove his sword straight into the back of the Captain, drawing his pistol and firing three rounds to take out the shank and dregs before they had a chance to react to their dead leader. Kicking the vandal closest to him away, he drew his sword out of the dead Captain time face the three vandals before him, all enraged and holding swords of their own. For anyone watching, the small dreg seemed to have no chance against the vandals. However, after five seconds of blades crashing and arc energy sparking, the dreg sat in the middle of the former patrol group unscathed. [i]Hm... Lasted longer than I expected.[/i] He thought internally as he scavanged the bodies. [spoiler]Open. [/spoiler]

What is this f!ckery 😂

[spoiler]Open post to Guardians, Fallen, and Hive characters. First post, yahoo.[/spoiler] [b]A Light in the Lightning Storm… The Coastline of New Jersey, 4:12 PM[/b] [i] The first shot rang out from the small Guardian fleet, after the House of Thunder’s alarms began to ring throughout the coastline of New Jersey. The day was cloudy and dark, the sight into the ocean blanketed by thick clouds and rising waves. It would be the Fallen’s advanced thermal sights that would detect the Guardian assault. A single missile was sent flying towards one of the buildings that was most populated and armed by anti-ship weaponry: massive anti-armor guns rested upon the rooftops and behind enemy walls, yet the building would only begin to crumble and shake slightly as the missile struck, the weaponry undisturbed for the most part. [/i] [i]From there, the coastline of the northeastern state would erupt in an enraged screech, as the Fallen’s ear-piercing alarms rang through the stormy air, alerting the Guardians to the defensive preparations. This was followed up by bursts of anti-aircraft fire, shredding through unshielded ships and those unfortunate enough to not possess the strength to withstand it. The attacking fleet itself was led by a lone Hunter, aboard one of the larger Tower shuttles that had been recovered during the evacuation, as teams of shuttles whistled past her ship, flying through the air and beginning to fire upon the anti-air defenses of the Fallen stronghold. Annalise Chrom would stare upon the defensive perimeter that they had invaded, and made up her mind with their few options. [/i] “Sending transmission - all available Guardians, drop down upon the beach and storm the target area: your goal is to push through and deactivate or destroy the anti-air weaponry, or else we’re fried up here. Get moving, now!” [i]Chrom didn’t know how many she had inspired to take up such a task, although she would dismiss herself from the Tower shuttle that had begun to lay down covering fire from above for those that had landed, giving command to the available admiral as she left the command deck.[/i] [i]The beach itself resembled something like D-Day: the House of Thunders had set up temporary barricades and garrisons upon the beach, and far behind them was a wide open wall, the sniper towers next to it collapsing as the Tower’s forces rained down their firepower. Artillery was a death sentence to the Guardians on foot, so they would be forced to fight their way through the Fallen, get through the opened gateway and attack from within. Dropping down next would be Chrom herself, as she would unholster her revolver - a model of The Devil You Know - and roll into cover, firing into the mobs of Fallen. She would require backup. Heavy backup.[/i] [b]---------------------[/b] [b]North of the Guardian’s assault...[/b] [i]The assault upon the Thunder’s garrison was so quick and merciless that they didn’t know initially that they were being invaded by a secondary group. The Seeder Ships crashed deep into the Fallen garrisons, immediately crushing whatever lifeforms that they smashed into, before releasing the horrendous brood within: wave after wave of hideous Thralls, each a scarlet red and deathly black, would lunge out from the darkness and begin to assault the Fallen, tearing them apart piece-by-piece. These next waves would be accompanied by hordes of Acolytes, as more and more Seeders would continue to smash through artillery and buildings of importance to the garrison. It would become a full-scale invasion, there was no doubt about that. As the Fallen south of the outpost would focus upon the invading Guardians, the northern wall would prioritize the Seeder Ships most of all, as explosives from above began to rip throughout the shuttle’s hulls and drown the hordes in napalm and Arc energy, Skiffs fluttering over the fiery destruction below. Reinforcements would begin to arrive within the area through the forms of the Skiffs, breaking through the atmosphere and dropping squadrons of black-and-yellow Eliksni, each group led by a singular Captain within heavy armoring, coated by shields of Arc energy. [/i]

[i]Flashburn[/i] [i]The Canadian Badlands, nearing sunset[/i] [i]A patrol of hive moved through the frigid landscape, the cold air blowing around them as a light sprinkling of snow came down. The patrol of four thralls, two acolytes and a brutish knight moved swiftly through the landscape, unaware of their ambusher.[/i] *CRACK* [i]One shot rang out from the scout rifle of the hunter, ripping into the chest of a thrall and killing it instantly. Five more shots took down the remaining three, another two to the body of an acolyte to empty the mag. By that time their assailant was found, and had dived out from behind the crate he had used for cover. He took out his hand cannon instead. As he dodged a flurry of shots from the two acolytes weapons - though a few hitting him- he fired two shots into ones chest. A throwing knife hit another in the face, causing an explosion to take out the second. The knight rushed him, slamming down with his sword as the hunter evaded again, narrowly sliding out of the way of the blade as he fired his last three rounds into the creature’s body. The backswing if the sword sent the hunter sprawling though, as he only barely got to his feet to dodge the third slash. He pulled out his knife, cutting a gash into the creature’s stomach, ducking and slamming it into the beasts armpit on the sword arm. He rolled back, a final throwing knife to the head causing an explosion of fire. He was panting, the hunter catching his breath from the fight. He spun though, reloading his hand cannon, believing he heard a noise.[/i] [spoiler]shitty open post[/spoiler]

Wow a whole thread full of poo.

[b][u]Mountain Refuge[/u][/b] [i]Pilot Mountain, North Carolina; 05:16[/i] [quote]Pilot, a village out of Thunder's reach, A warlord, a warlock, had come to preach, Obey, obey, or your soul she'll reap, Your weapon will be her trophy to keep.[/quote] At the foot of the mountain. Was a town. A small town, that worked hard to feed themselves. A town happy to offer refuge to those who need it. Just at the foot of Pilot Mountain. Patrolling the borders of this busy little village was a person in purple robes. This person appeared to be a female, with long and bronze locks. She wore her robes and carried three weapons. One was a Rapier. Another was a whip. The third was a shotgun. She wore a crown, not much different to that headress or whatever worn by Celebrimbor in Shadow of War. She wore a shawl of a different shade of purple. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

I hope you grow up one day. My prayers go to you

I don’t mind Oddish’s fan fiction that much, but this is a little cringy tbh.

[spoiler]the first and second part are closed. The third is open. The first to parts is just drama between my and ImaDrizzita character. Click [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/247447910?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1]here[/url] to read ImaDrizzits side to the story(which is shorter) Now if your going to reply, reply to mine for my character, drizzits for his, or any of them and pm one of us i you want both of us to be in the reply chain.[/spoiler] Cold steel. That’s the first thing a civilian of a frontier on Venus felt on his head. The cold barrel of my hand cannon, pressed against his head. Of course my gun was there for a reason, I was solving a murder for the civilians of the frontier of Venus. I am a reefborn awoken warlock. My name is terry. What I was doing on this planet was nothing to do with this murder, but while I’m waiting for the time to pass I’m solving it. Murders are fun, they exercise my brain. “So, your the murderer. Well I could believe that, you have the perfect reason to kill her. If you kill your rivals employ, your own company will thrive, and the body was found in your shop.” I says to the man who’s head is the current resting place of mygun. “I told you mister warlock, he is the murderer.” Another man says. But suddenly I move my gun to his head, my black robes, as black as my hair (and my heart sometimes) move quickly in the wind, my emerald eyes stair into the second mans eyes. “But, it makes more sense for you to be the murderer, sure the victim is your employee, but the body was found In your rivals shop. And I can see the blood your trying to hide right now while your rival has no blood. Sure he might have taken a bath, but he smells terrible. Killing your employee and planting the body in your rivals shop is smart. Framing him would put him out of business an then you’ll have no rival. Smart move, daring, but smart. Maybe if you had a little bit of intelligence you could actually pull this off” I say. “So, who’s the murderer then” says a fourth voice. The voice belongs to a guard working for the city. “My conclusion is....” i says but my voice trails off as I spot someone in the distance. “Who is the murderer warlock” the city guard insists. “Sorry, i have to go.” I say, sheathing my gun. “This is Your job isn’t it, figure it out. I say, walking away. [spoiler]closed, read spoiler above [/spoiler] ———————————————— Random bar, Venus frontier settlement. So what was it that Made me leave a important matter like a murder case. Well someone I saw and was waiting for. I saw a human hunter named Mo. his name doesn’t sound that intelligent, because honestly he isn’t. But me and the hunter have some background together. He was my best and only friend. We where definitely the best and weirdest friends. Until the vex came. I faked my death so he could survive during the battle of the towers last stand. I’ve known he has been alive for a couple hundred years and his exact location, but I have been busy. I think he will be happy that I am alive. Walking into the bar, I quickly took the place as the bartender. So when the hunter sat down, I was there to take his order. “Give me the strongest thing you have” Mo says. I was a little bit disappointed he didn’t recognize me, I will blame it on every lesser beings lesser intelligence though, which is everyone but me. So I said something to make him remember. “Are you sure you don’t want anything to spark your neutrinos, give you a past memory” I say calmly. The hunter looks up to me with a face of pure surprise. And then rage. “You.....your alive..” he growls “Yes, I’ve been alive. The look on your face is hilarious. I’m back though” “You’ve been dead for 200 years!!!” The hunter screams, throwing his fist at my face. I easily blinked away from his what seemed foolish Move. The hunter pulled out a handgun, shooting behind him not even looking. I felt the pain in my back as I tumbled to the ground, my ghost yelling something about me being down. A few seconds later I was back up and alive. I followed the mad hunter out of the bar. “Your smarter than you look. You figured out my dodging str....” I say, but three shots fire out of the hunters gun. Of course I was down again, but soon I was back up. Not surprisingly, the hunter was entering another bar. Entering the door I called out. “Will you stop shooting me! I’m alive and I though we where frie...” the words exit my mouth, but the loud sound of a shotgun cracks through the air and I find myself very much dead....again. I, of course, continue following the annoying persistent hunter. He gets on his sparrow and I follow, until we are on top of a cliff on Venus, away from the settlement. Getting of my sparrow, I put my back facing my cliff, and my arms on the hunters shoulders. “I know this has been hard, but I am back now, can we return to normal.” I says calmly and quietly. “Hard! You where my best friend. I saw you die! I’ve been looking for you for 200 years! Morning for you! I though you where dead with the traveler How long have you known where I was!” The angry hunter yells. “Not That Long, maybe a couple centuries. But the important thing is.....” I start, before his forehead collides with my face, my nose getting bloody and I trip, off the cliff. [spoiler]closed, read spoiler above [/spoiler] ————————————————- Sitting at the bottom of the drop, I see a figure walking up to me. I opened my eyes to think mo came to forgive me until I realized, I was surrounded by vex. Each had there guns pointed at me. I unsheathed my pistol, and got ready for a fight. [spoiler]open for vex, guardians, and anyone who would be on Venus to help/harm our guardians. [/spoiler]

[spoiler]Open to those using Vex or Cabal, or anyone else upon Mars.[/spoiler] [b][u]Destroyer of Devils, Breaker of Metals Perimeter A035 - “Hell’s Gate”[/u][/b] “[b]HOLD YOUR POSITIONS.[/b]” [i]The robotic marching would clang and beat within the distance as the blinding sun rested upon the red desert of the planet Mars, as Hell’s Gate closed the massive doors that served as the closest thing to an entrance to the Devilbreaker’s primary military base, commonly known as “The Pit” by those that were sworn into eternal service. They could be heard for miles, as if they cared not for strategic stealth or hiding themselves, but instead valued the act of intimidation and foreboding doom. It was a terrible feeling. Especially to those that had not fought against the endless hordes of the Vex enemy that they were now facing today. But Valus Bra’akun, on the other hand, felt no fear at all.[/i] [i]The Colossus stood upon the wall’s walkway silently, resting his massive, gloved hands upon the hardened, black steel railing. The Valus stood beyond the heights of his companions, and within his apparel of fiery orange and dull obsidian black armoring, he was truly a titan to behold. A black and flame orange banner hung upon the back of his armoring through a giant cloak that wrapped around his shoulders, accompanied by massive, boulder-sized pauldrons that rested upon his already giant form. He was a literal tank of metal and muscle, a bright orange plume extending from his block helmet, the visor covering the round, sneering Cabal face underneath. [/i] “[b]I. SAID. HOLD![/b]” [i]The Valus roared once more upon the balcony, staring down at the shivering Phalanxes and Legionnaires who had been sentenced to the outside wall perimeter: they were either new to the Devilbreakers, recent transfers or such, or they had a slight misdemeanor: a few seconds late, a word missed or mistakenly added to the sworn oath of the Devilbreakers, a murmuring of distaste. Most of these small crimes were followed by an utter beatdown, before the fools and cowards were cast onto the red desert’s ground, sentenced to being the first in line against an invading force.[/i] [i]Valus Bra’akun had called his assisting units to the balcony as well, awaiting a few, though a Val in particular, as he waited for the Vex foe - or any foe, in fact, to reveal themselves.[/i]

Do I need to join the group to RP?

[b]New York City Noon, July 28th, Unknown Year Valér, Praxic Pariah [/b] [i]The day was darker than Val liked. He preferred the natural sunlight of the New York City skyline, which came in through recently washed windows and illuminated the oak flooring and white walls of his living room. Not to mention, there was a certain energy to the city in the daytime, with chirping birds filling his house with beautiful songs that came through partially opened windows. He stood in his living room, staring out the window at a bleak, dreary cityscape. Val had picked a nice location for a home, one which overlooked the rampant growths of Central Park's now immense fauna and several story tall treeline. He may not have been able to see anything on the other side, but he could see a lot of things in the trees and on the roads below. Mainly Fallen of the House of Deacons, but he also saw a couple of animals down below. Deer, a couple of particularly large rabbits, and other things he couldn't quite get a good understanding of from way up there. His eyes glossed with indifference, staring at the entirety of the park when his Ghost began speaking. He didn't care much for what it said to him, but it was something about "Fallen on the roof," which did the register in his head until he saw one descending the rusty fire escape outside the window. He gave a polite wave to Val on the way down, and Val returned it mindlessly before wandering back into the living room, closing the tattered and thin blue curtains that barely blocked out any light. "Ghost," Valér called out to the yellow Shell that floated over to the ruined kitchen, adjacent to the too-small living room. Val kept an eye on it this time, watching the hovering metal creation of Light as it bumbled around over the countertops. It rolled it's bright blue eye and shifted towards Val, staring at him with a certain look of annoyance. [b]"What?"[/b] "Where's the nearest hardware store? I want to do some refurbishing." [b]"What do you think I am, a map?"[/b] The Ghost responded to him with a clear tone of annoyance, but still floated to the windowsill and used it's Shell to open it, almost as if the side of it was a solitary finger to open things with. It peered it's bright body out of the house and flew into the cracked streets beneath. The city really did look horrid to the eye of the Ghost, but that wasn't something it thought about when searching past all the overgrowth of New York's concrete streets. The jungle and the concrete really made it earn it's name of the concrete jungle. [b]"Yeah, come on down to me." [/b] That was around the time Valér exited his house through the window, climbing into the shaky fire escape after closing it up. It was a particularly cold day outside, with a howling wind rushing past his Ego Talon armour and up into his ears, drowning out the talking of Fallen just a few stories above him. He stepped out with hesitation onto the edge of the metal, climbing onto the railing and feeling it bend the entire object beneath him ever so slightly. Val was about to jump, but the metal's jiggling made him lose balance and fall down nearly seventy stories before he could even snap his fingers. So he fell. He soared through the air gracelessly, falling facefirst towards the street of his city down below. Wind rushed past his face, forcing his dirty blonde hair to trail behind him and ruin the windswept style he usually kept it up in. He was going to slam his face against the sidewalk, but thankfully he was stopped by his hand reaching towards the sky and him grasping onto the air. He yanked his hand towards his chest, and when he did, he saw nothing but fire. Val's vision was replaced by orange for the briefest of moments, staring into the mouth of raw heat as it entirely consumed his eyes and body. When the fires left he was standing upright, and began falling once again - Only this time, he started from a few metres in the air and landed quite easily. He Blinked. With that done, Valér dusted himself off and began walking towards the hardware store that his Ghost had told him about. [/i] ((Open to all!))

I’m sorry but why millions of years after D2? That’s an astronomical amount of time, We wouldn’t just be sitting in the last city for literally millions of years. Hell, the human race in of itself probably won’t even last that long.

I wanna work for Eververse. “Gimme all your silver dust and I’ll give you game winning items!”

so basically, you're trying to play dnd with the universe of Destiny?

This is as cringy as that giant ask Petra anything thread.