After over 270 hours played, multiple guardians made, and many completed raids, I can officially say that I have found the end game content of all end game contents. I'm now reduced to camo-camping in the tower shrubbery and watching the tower slowly empty out as other people's networking fails all around me. Dawning my "Broadsword" shader I become nearly invisible to the others around me. I now wait patiently for the darkness to overwhelm the tower and kill all but me, sitting calmly in the shrubbery. I hear that Venus is nice this time of year; perhaps I'll grab one of my three "Chatterwhite" shaders and find a nice white Sun-glare spot to bask in and tan my hide. I would say I'd use the nice white portals as a basking platform, but we all know that just because you try and use it doesn't mean it will actually work! Perhaps I'll lay in the middle, and just tan half of my body on mars, and the other half can wait for later. It's not like anyone sees me on my no-pants-days inside my ship anyway. I've grown almost fond of my tan lines. I wonder if the glow off my Invective shotgun is more or less radioactive than that of Bad-Juju? I would do a study in which I equip them both at the same time to see if anything more traumatic would occur, but we all know that just because we have one -if not more- of every exotic does not mean we can equip them all. You would think, seeing how we can't dual wield anything anyway, that one exotic for each weapon slot would not be a problem since you can't use all three at the same time, so having one in the holster really doesn't add any benefit to the one in your hand. Not that it really matters since by the time you have them all, your mini fridge -I mean vault- is already filled up by those few hundred scraps and random other nonsense equipment that's happened to drift into your inventory. But let's not focus on small talk. We all know talking isn't allowed between strangers anyway. Oh, I seem to have drifted into problematic territory, talking about real issues such as chatting and brocken mechanics. I'd better get back to the real issues such as ripping the laces out of my perfectly strong and stable boots so that I can learn to walk without any support and learn to adapt to my ever changing surroundings. As I sit here in this shrubbery, with one boots laces ripped out, my foot is growing wet and cold. I'd better ask the weapon Smith if I can use an ammo synthesis pack as a shoe insert so that my foot can stay dry above the inch of water that now is overwhelming my boot. It's just a shame they are all one size fits all. I was, after all, hoping for a more 'sleep-number' -if you will- variety in choice. But we can't all have it our way. Sometimes it's better to burn the bridge down and find a whole new bridge to walk on; after all, we all know it's easier to find something new to use than to fix what's already burning. [spoiler]It's just a shame.[/spoiler]