The interest is dead. You had me so hooked with Destiny 1, I traded in my 360 for a PS4. I was convinced it was the future, but no, all that happened was I noticed I wasn’t home anymore. You don’t know what it’s like to be ripped from your home ... or do you? Did you plan this all along? I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to you. Lost, adrift in the vast void of space, I carry on, with an ache that no one understands ... manipulated, like a creature in a petri dish. Resentful, I scream when no one hears because it feels so wrong, and yet at every turn, “it” says “it” was done with love. I want my home back. Take me home, or at least ... point me in that direction, so I can be on that way when I go.