BUNGIE JUST MAKE EVERYBODY HAPPY AND SELL GHORN AGAIN!!!! I MEAN ITS REDICULOUS HOW MANY PLAYERS YOURE LOSING AND HAVE LOST OVER THE HOLIDAYS... MOST OF MY FRIENDS JUST QUIT AFTER 2,000 HOURS PLAYEED DO TO THE FACT THAT A 10 KID WITH 200 HOURS PLAYED CAN GET A GJALLAHORN BUT YOURE DEDICATED PLAYERS WITH 2,000+ THAT PLAY EVERYDAY CANT. DO SOMETHING RIGHT FOR ONCE.... FOR THE COMMUNTIY.

Bump if you love no trading ! I love hearing all the cry babies beg for trading, they're usually the same ones who want matchmaking for raids and nightfalls. Those of you who want such things, move on from destiny. You have missed the entire point of the game. You can't have trading in an RNG game because then you eliminate all incentive. This isn't call of duty . It's random, you do the activities and hope to get some cool loot. That's half the fun! Trading would break the in game economy. It wasn't built for trading. Most of you are used to having the same weapons as everyone else from other games but at least in this game we are a little unique by the weapons we wield.. I think we should have more shaders for an even more unique look. No matchmaking for raids or weeklys, but alternatives could be a spot in the tower that has a board where you could post what quests you are looking for and people can respond to you that way. With that system, you could have people that will join your team and you can pay them a sum of glimmer for their troubles, or they can elect to do it for free. That would be awesome and give veterans and higher levels more incentive to help out lower levels and to keep playing. Lots of content Is coming, and it renewed my faith in the game. Bump if you agree

Bungee/ Activision HQ: The One About the thing Outside the building: *sounds of yelling and things falling* Co-Director Tim: "Sir it's a mess out there!!! The players are giving logical criticism, but our devs don't know how to handle it!! They just released the Iron Banner AGAIN!! Hell....even Bill is a mess." Bill dressed in a nice suit: "The players are producing an influx of constructive criticism...if this continues, we'll have no choice but to improve the game...." Director: "Dammit Bill are you even useful anymore?!? Say something meaningful at least." Bill shits himself and gives a blank stare: "I LIEK DA WAFFLE!!!!" Director: "Thank god I thought we lost you. Tim, how's the raid developing team doing?" *Hears faint chanting from inside raid developer room* Director opens door to Buddhist style chanting: *You will play the game how we want you to play ittttttt We will not fix the problems that have been suggestedddddd* Director: "It's a fükin mad house in here, what are the story writers doing to get us ready for the house of wolves Tim?!?!" Tim: "You don't want to see it....." Director: "OPEN THE DOOR TIM!!" DLC team room: *papers flying everywhere and people screaming* Alex: "How are we going to incorporate the darkness?!?!" Emily: "What the hell is the darkness?!?!" Mike: "For the last FAHKING time 'NO BODY KNOWS WHAT IT IS" Alex out of breathe: "Okay....okay well we can't do any worse than with the story telling of the Dark Below....So we'll just randomly put it a new NPC in the Tower....and and give a minimal background description with no cut scenes....and and...leave the player with a very empty story." Emily: "Thats what we already did!!!" Alex: "Well phuck I'm out of ideas!" Director: "Tim.....do we...do we just give the players what they want....do we...." Tim: "Dont you phücking say it." Director: "Do we fix the game?" *screaming stops....papers stop falling through the air...silence ensues" Tim: "Sir....you're not proposing that we....try to help them with their requests do you?" Director: "Well I'm ruinning out of options....Bill...what do we do?" Bill rocking in the corner whispering to the wall: "TEh derkness....teh darkness...teh travlr...teh light" Director: "We are truly lost...."

Originally posted by The Ben Obiwan: The update we'll never get- "We listened to the masses, and are making some changes to the game. 5 million people bought the dlc, so we have plenty of funds to make this game fun again! We are doubling vault space, hell, lets triple it, what do we care? You can now trade your useless acendant mats for other things, 10 to 1 for radiant mats, 1 to 1 for marks. Survival mode added. Its really fun, and you get more loot the longer you stay alive. Grimoire is accessible in game, so people actually read it. As you complete sections of the grimoire, cut scenes are unlocked, revealing story points, it was always there, we just forgot to put it in. You can now change your characters appearance once a week for 10,000 glimmer. We made some really fun bounties for you to try, because we are sick of the same crap since launch as well. You can now add modifiers to any mission, and complete it for rewards suitable to difficulty. Of course we don't want every single core player looking identical, the outfitter can help. You just need the armor that has the appearance you want and the armor that has the stats you want. Take it to the outfitter with a chunk of some materials or something and BLAM you have sweet, unique armor, it's so -blam!-ing simple, I can't believe we didn't have this in since release. Crota's End sparrow can do tricks. We agree, all those low impact auto rifles and pulse rifles are like shit on a dick. Nobody wants it, so we added some decent/balanced ones. We fixed all them annoying bugs, like the sword disappearing, and the Templar random containment fields. Queens Wrath is coming this week. Turns out there is [i]not[/i] a problem with YOUR network, it was OUR problem [i]all along.[/i] lol. Oh, and 5 more strikes are available, just because we are rolling in cash, and we want to thank you, the customer, for being such a sport, and believing in us." But instead Bungie just carry on, completely oblivious to core problems in the game. Why do I look forward to reading this every week? This could get 1000 bumps, it won't make any difference. I don't think they even read the comments.

Here's an idea. Give us custom crucible maps. Let us mess around with our friends playing games like in halo2/3. Shotty snipes anyone? Bumper cars with interceptors? Or personal 3v3 matches that are not ranked? Also how about an option to change the element of our class. Like if we pay 25k glimmer we can switch from being a sunsinger to a voidsinger. Or switching a void walker to a arcwalker. Or blade dancer to a voiddancer? Can you imagine the awesome solarbombs? Or the void gun? Or a titan solar smash. How about a raid full of all warlocks, 1 of each element for each subclass. Just some fun ideas that could be an easy trade off for more game time. Reply to this with what element combo you would use or what custom map you would make.

Hello.

Wow, another great weapon that is worthless now, since every single Newb will purchase it. :)

Ok, these repetition of updates are getting a little bit aggravating for a whole lot of us destiny players. Out of the brief amount of time I've spent on the game, heres a mini-thesis of the prominent problems in the game: First off, Bungee is not focusing on the MAIN STORY I had played the beta for Destiny and it was a different experience! I loved the interactivity between the character and the link it served to the importance of you playing the game. however this...... This is just a shell of a game... A lot of people want to blasé over this fact: THERE IS NO STORY! NONE! The reason why it pisses people off is because the game costs $60 dollars and took 500 million dollars to make! Not only that but the DLC is Ridiculous! It's just rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat until you get tired of the game.... plus, unless I study outside of the game, I HAVE 0 idea what's going on! It's just a lot of characters (to which most people would not be able to list at least 3 from memory) and enemies and horde mode..... I'm level 10 and I got bored at 8.... I WANT what I paid for! and sure, the strikes and raids and multiplayer are fun for some people, but it creates a disad to those who want to play alone! There is really no reason I should push myself to finish it.... EXCEPT THE DLC, WHICH ONLY BENEFITS THE END GAME... And I spent over 80 bucks on the game! It's an injustice to these people.... and NO I don't think I could make a better game because I cant program, so don't even start to link various impacts to assumptions... MOREOVER I'll never accept the "just shut up and take it because you bought the game bs" It is NOT A FINISHED GAME THAT CHARGES LIKE ITS A FINISHED GAME. not only this but the game is remotely barren and repetitive.... It's a shame for people to blissfully praise the type of management with the game.... THE MAIN STRUCTURE OF THE GAME NEEDS TO CHANGE

​Bloodied and exhausted, Rally knelt behind a pile of mud and debris, her eyes still adjusting to the moonlight after emerging from the tunnel. Each breath felt coarse and ragged, her bruised throat left aching from the knight’s iron grip. The wind whipped through the clearing ahead, lashing her blood-caked cheeks and chilling her to the bone. She shivered in the cold, her gaze fixed intently on the scene high above. The Fallen warship plummeted to earth, a flaming comet streaking through the night sky. She watched it for a few seconds, mesmerized, only vaguely aware of the crumbling ruins in her peripheral vision and the dangers they might conceal. The ship suddenly shuddered, seeming to momentarily slow its descent. A small bead of gleaming energy appeared just beyond its bow, and then swelled to envelop the craft in crackling light. The form of the ketch seemed to warp and shift, its rigid angles stretching absurdly. In a blinding flash, the black sky was illuminated and the craft vanished into thin air. A moment later, a crash of sound blasted the Cosmodrome; a tidal wave of clashing cymbals and thunderclaps that threw Rally off her feet. Dazed, she searched the sky for any sign of the massive ship. Her bleary eyes caught a tiny glint of steel a few hundred feet above. It grew larger as it fell, tumbling gently like a drifting snowflake. Seeking shelter, Rally covered her unprotected head with her hands and thrust herself against a mud-soaked mound of debris. On the far side of the clearing, perhaps 200 yards away, something heavy collided with the rusting frame of a war torn building. An avalanche of twisted beams and broken glass rained down, obscuring her view and burying the object in a mountain of rubble. * Vane Stratos wasn’t someone most would call a “people person”. He preferred to make his own luck, made his own rules and generally avoided any unnecessary contact with others. Recent circumstances had forced him to ally with a socially awkward, strangely powerful alien, and he had hated every minute of it. He enjoyed his solitude and found other people almost universally detestable, and he was fairly certain that the feeling was mutual. This was precisely why this “dream” (if one could call it that) was becoming so increasingly annoying. He remembered the falling, but had forgotten the fear. Expectant, anxious silence surrounded him, his view a foggy haze tinged with soft, blinking lights, like Christmas in a coal mine. His vision slowly cleared. He saw himself, his arm around a young woman, both of them laughing without sound. They were standing together in the den of a shabbily-appointed but nonetheless cheerful apartment home, looking on as large dog and young child played together on the floor. As a lucid spectator, Vane felt mildly nauseous as he watched his sweater-clad avatar lean in to kiss the smiling woman, a postcard of sickly-sweet suburbia. The fluffy dog rolled onto its back, the child feverishly scratching its exposed belly. More silent laughter ensued. “Why can’t I ever astrally-project myself into a sorority house?” Vane muttered to himself. Fog swirled to envelop the scene, and the vision faded to black. He was alone now, drifting in empty space. A vague memory pricked at the back of his consciousness. Something important was supposed to be happening, a sense of urgency that clawed at the edges of his brain and threatened to wake him from his dream-state. Struggling to remember, Vane shook his spiritual self with disembodied hands. All of a sudden, clarity returned and the silence was pierced by a calm, clear voice. “You are not what you have become”, the voice insisted. Vane wanted to respond, to lash out at this intrusion, but its words swelled within him, unapologetically consuming his will. “You are an instrument, one of many. Hold her, and be held. This is the nature of all things.” Confused, Vane listened intently, but the voice was gone. The vacant dark slowly gave way as the vision yielded to reality. He blinked away the dream, his thoughts returning to the present. * Rally Capris withdrew the massive Hive-blade with a groan, the slain vandal sliding free of its jagged edge in a viscous mess. Its allies had not witnessed its death directly, but their glowing eyes peered from the shadows all around her, a constellation of murderous intent among the backdrop of crumbling towers. The crash nearby had drawn them to her, hunting for any who would dare venture so deeply into their lair. Breathing heavily, she glanced at the indicator screen on her wrist. Her powered armor remained at full charge, but she was nearing her limit. A dreg, perhaps more emboldened than his kin, charged her from the darkness. She swung the cumbersome blade in a wide arc, her suits neural impellers driving the blow with superhuman force as the creature’s thin waist was severed cleanly in two. She kicked aside its writhing remains and turned her attention to the crash site. Beneath the massive pile of iron and dust, something stirred. Several metallic, arachnid legs clawed free of the rubble, flailing and scraping for purchase against stone and earth. Debris fell away in a cloud as the tank pulled itself from the wreckage, its bulbous form alight with proximity alarms and flashing weaponry. A small cadre of vandals approached the walker, a few of them leering sadistically at Rally, seeming to relish their newfound reinforcements. Her pounding heart sank in her chest. She remembered the revolver at her hip, so dangerously low on ammunition. Involuntarily, she loosened her grip on the sword and it fell from her grasp, landing in the mud with a meaty squelch. She sank to her knees, defeated, as Fallen began to approach from all sides. This was the end. The walker’s main cannon turret swiveled into place, followed by a brilliant muzzle flash. Rally was momentarily stunned by the blast. Across the clearing, a Fallen lieutenant and his entire platoon exploded in a fiery display of limbs and armor. Incredulous, Rally looked down at her body, filthy but intact. Vandals and dregs stood frozen in disbelief, staring in equal measure at the tank and their incinerated kin. Another explosion followed, and the clearing erupted in animal shrieks and burning bodies. A few remaining Fallen opened fire on the tank, but to no avail. Its side-mounted chain guns cut the creatures to ribbons, their plasma blasts feebly skittering off its armored hull. Moments later, the smoke cleared and the only sounds were the low whimpers of the dying. The walker powered down and rested in place, satiated at last. Wide-eyed and breathless at the miraculous turn of events, Rally slowly lifted her sword and staggered towards the motionless tank. Whoever was inside it had just saved her life. She stopped short as the main turret turned towards her. For a few strained moments, machine and guardian faced each other in stony silence. The standoff was finally broken by a series of small thumps from within the walker’s metal shell. Rally paused to listen, and the thumps grew louder. She approached the craft, and saw that its upper hatch was warped and inoperable, likely as a result of its rough landing. The thumping grew more frenetic. She sprinted the final few yards to the tank and climbed atop it. Using the weighty sword as a pry-bar, she wrenched at the port with all her cyber-assisted might. The metal groaned, but relented. Within the tight confines of the walker’s hull, Rubik coughed in the gathering smoke. In the crash to earth, the tank’s cannon exhaust dispersal port had been damaged, and had vented its fumes into the cockpit. He nudged Vane awake at last, and both men looked up into the widening crack of moonlight that had appeared above. Vane blinked in the haze, and his eyes met those of a familiar face. I hope you enjoyed Chapter 5! If you want to read any previous chapters, just use the link and select the chapter you want here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10856982/1/A-Tale-Of-Destiny

I find myself coming on here daily to read everyone's cries as I find it amusing. At this point I feel the need to add my own comments 1- I agree with cheese fixes although I am sure even the almighty so called legit players have used them. I've used them. It's not about not being able to do it any other way. It's about what's more convenient. 2- Match making has no place in the raid, nightfall or weekly. Why you may ask. It's been said a million times. There is an app. It takes me five minutes to find a group. Once I run a group I then add them to my friends list and take the time to get a raid or nightfall team put together. Tired of reading about people who don't have friends who play the game or don't know anyone. EVERYONE I play destiny with with the exception of one person I met on the forums. I have never missed a raid nightfall or weekly. In the amount of time you took to post your anger about no matchmaking you could put a post up on the boards. Give it a try sometime 3- The xur complaints need to stop. Your all lucky they even have him as an option. There does not need to be a vendor selling the most valuable hard to get gear in the game that most people earn not purchase. 4- The constant bitching about your free gifts was a joke. 5- You don't need more vault space. You have 3 characters. Each can hold 9 primary special heavy etc. That's 27 weapons per player. Plus the vault space. Stop holding on to shit you don't use and break it down. 6- Glimmer cap at 25k seems more than enough as it is not the intention for you to get every single thing you want whenever you want it. You are forced to decide what is more important to upgrade or purchase. 7- As much as I would love trading it has no place in this game. Everyone would have every piece of gear and weapon in a matter of days. Yes it sucks your buddy has 4 ice breakers and you have none. But once again. The purpose of the game is not to get what you want without effort. I swear all I see on here is whining and complaining by people who have plugged more than 400 hours on a game they trash. Just stop playing. If you hate the game so much hit the eject and snap the disc. Lastly. Start being grateful they even update the game add content and make changes. Some games don't. Nor do they have a news section for you to see what's going on with the game that is then flooded with hate comments. If I was bungie I wouldn't even let people comment on these updates because it's all trash.

I just got the Vex Mythoclast yesterday but it's max damage is 323. So how can this be a level 32 weapon?

what do i have to do to get the red dead put it on sell or give me a bounty for it something anything

Can someone private message me an unused Blacksmith Shader Code for xbox 360? Thanks in advance

I would like that this game have's more lenguages for example spanis

bungie plz fix the glitch on bridge encounter anyone can go to the backroom where swordbearer spawns stand on boxes where people can trigger adds to stop spawning on the first side and start the adds to spawn on the opposite side. and make the totems actually kill u on the ogre side people havent been dying when they glitch it out. stop the free handout gear for cheesing scrubs