It was a long time ago, on the plains of Mars. Our mission was to get the relic and make it out as fast as possible. We teleported just as things went to hell. With the sun beating down on my head, I looked onward and saw a flight of steps leading to the relic. Smoggypluto was the first to take a step. He was always the brave one in the group. After the first step, he began his assault forward. From that moment, it was amazing. Faster than fast, quicker than quick, he dashed left and right in a blur, demolishing all that stood in his wake. It was amazing. It was beautiful. It was sexy. He was a god. With piles of Vex bodies lying on the ground, their white semen sacks exploded to bits, he rushed up the steps to get to the shield. [b]BUT[/b]. Just as he lifted the glorious relic from it's place, I heard a woosh of a Vex hobgoblin rifle shot pop through the air. I looked ahead and saw Smoggypluto, but it was already to late. I shot the head off the Hobgoblin as I made my way to Smoggy. The wound was deep. It penetrated his ballsack, but he showed no fear; no tears in his eyes. He looked up at me and he spoke with a whisper, "Lead them on, Qu4ntum. You will. You have to. You're the only one who can do it." "Here," he said, "take this heavy synth. Use it. Take the shield and take down Atheon." "But if I leave you, you'll die." I replied. "Don't worry about me, kid. We all have to go at one time or another." He placed the synth in my hand, and when his arm dropped to the ground, I knew it was too late. We won the raid because of Smoggypluto. Half our raid team got the mythoclast, and the other half was rewarded with the chance of getting to fight by Smoggy's side. He may have died in the end, but he was a hero with a heart of gold.