Dearest Bungie, Unto mine attention it hath come that with the onset of the release of what lies in The Dark Below that more than one demon clawed its wretched way out of the bowels of the pit. Lo, this specter most foul is more closer to the brave guardians, those paladins who extend the torch of defiance that shouts its Light into the darkest Darkness and sayeth, "We shan't bow to this black tide lest we be damned!" This wretched shadow is closer to the courageous guardians than a babe unto its mother's bosom. This evil unto which I refereth is none other than the inequality so prevalent among the tools of war that bear our protectors thence and back again. With the release of what lies in the Pit, new tools were forged. New swords to cut the black, new armor in which to plant ourselves and say "We will not be moved!" And these tools are hard-won. Yea, the same sweat, blood, tears and time are cast aside to win these trophies, but the reward no longer matches the price. In the Vault of Glass, that reflective hall of perdition, the rewards fall behind those sold by the street vendors of the Tower. Even unto my rifle, damage done hath faltered. Please, oh Bungie, let not these trophies fall by the wayside. Allow them to be equal in strength and resolution as these new-forged hammers of darkness. Allow for equality of arms and armor among the armies. Let not their struggles be in vain against the blackening tide. Your's, Dr. Chillyhands