It's dark. You slowly feel yourself slipping from unconsciousness to awareness. You sleepily open your eyes and look around, seeing a scene of rusty desolation. A little glowing polyhedron is next to you, speaking in a voice that sounds very much like Nolan North.
"It worked! You're alive! You don't know how long I've been looking for you. I'm a Ghost. Actually, now I'm [i]your [/i]Ghost. And you've been dead for a long time..."
Yes, you have been reborn as a Guardian. Not necessarily one that you created, though. You, yourself, have gained the Traveler's favor, and it has brought you back to life to defend humanity, push back the Darkness, yadda yadda yadda...
Based on your temperament, personality, personal preferences, fighting style... whatever factors you think would be taken into account... what kind of Guardian are you?
[i]EDIT: I'm a Striker Titan, almost certainly. I have about as much subtlety and finesse as a six-pound sledgehammer.[/i]
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I am regular guy, embraced by life afirming flesh. I immediately step barefoot on a piece of rusting metal, sealing my fate. As I trudge through the cold inside and claim my first gun, I realize that I have no formal training, and that shooting things is really hard. I clench the other mag between my butt cheeks, leaving the other 12 on the groud, because how would I carry them all without a bag. I am immediately ambushed by a four eyed freak that falls from the ceiling. As he guts me with his electro-knife, I think to myself, eh, it could have been worse. My cheeks loosen, and a single mag falls out.