Wake up. Pop tarts for breakfast. Wash down with Rockstar. Get in car. Drink two more Rockstars on the way to work. Get to work. Let your stomach settle before getting out to walk in. You survive. Sit down and start office things. Making progress. Open your third pack of pop tarts and second Rockstar since starting work. Sense the presence of someone leaning into your office. [i]It's freakin' Gary[/i]. "[i]Hey man, do anything exciting last night?[/i]" No, Gary. "[i]Noticed your destiny 2 gamer fuel there. Not my thing, but glad to see that logo on something practical. Maybe give the kids some substance instead of another dewrito conquest, am I right?[/i]" I will eat your children, Gary. Lunch time. Can't move. Intake too consistent. Decide to down a box of pop tarts and finish off the remaining two Rockstars on your desk, then take a break for a few hours. Wake up. Boss is staring at you. "Where is my report?" Look at watch. You've been asleep for four hours. I'll have it to you by five. Can't focus. Nodding off. Need to stay awake, need Rockstar. Pull remaining twelve from refrigerator under your desk. Shutter at the sight of pop tarts. You'll find a way. Mind is foggy, world around you slow. Movement is difficult. Finish report. Stomach rumbles, but you can't stand to chew the dry corners of pop tarts. "[i]Mix them.[/i]" Gary, I don't need your crap right now. "Mix them. Unleash your full potential. Only then can you defeat me." What have you done? At first you are locked in place, gripping the edge of your desk. Then, it's pop tarts. Everything is pop tarts. You breath in, the sweet Rockstar filling your lungs. It's time. You leap forward, flipping your pop tart and breaking through the pop tart of your office. You turn to see Gary's pop tart slam shut. You pick up speed, crashing through and locking eyes with Gary. "[i]Why throw away your life so recklessly, Prime?[/i]" That's a question you should ask yourself. You grab Gary, tossing him through the fifteenth story pop tart. He grabs your arm to pull you with him. Of course you would, Gary. The two of you trade punches as you fall towards the pop tart below. You break through the crust, and are surrounded by the warmth of its strawberry filling. You awake in an outhouse. A ghost is staring at you. "[i]You're going to see a lot of things you won't understand.[/i]" It's okay, I saved my codes for engrams and bonus xp.

Natural selection, folks.

Watch your blood pressure! The destiny diet is full of salt :(

The blackmarket for insuline is gonna explode :D

I got you my ni🅱🅱a

make sure to eat your vegetables with that diet as well! <3 [i]can there please be broccoli pop tarts[/i] [i]just kidding no that’s dumb[/i]