(Original credit, goes to WedgedLamb, who posted this golden reply on http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/93312725/0/0 )
[quote]I've played with [b]SmoggyPluto[/b] before, I'll tell you, that bro deserves it. He's always got his teammates back. He'll jump in there when your taking fire. Literally took multiple bullets for me. One time I lost my dog and he found it for me. He lent me money when I was behind on bills. Taught me how to change a tire.
Honestly I can't think of anyone who deserves the gjallahorn more.[/quote]
It made me laugh, as did the response to it.
So I figured I'd post it so we could all share our stories of this legendary guardian.
Smoggy, we salute you.
[b]Edit:[/b] Loving the response so far, keep them coming guardians.
I wonder if/when Smoggy will see this? What would he say?
[b]Edit2:[/b] We are now trending.
[b]Edit3:[/b] These responses required archiving.
Buckbeard - http://i.imgur.com/H8hMx8t.jpg
Zeezke99 - http://s29.postimg.org/qzclx969j/Smoggy_Pluto.jpg
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10 RepliesEdited by Skakul: 6/17/2015 11:10:41 PMI was on Blind Watch, night fell. The other team had been hammering us the entire match, and we were backed far behind Alpha. Our team was fleeing the onslaught of Fusion and Pulse Rifles, we dodge, ducked, and dipped in and out of cover, hoping for an opportunity to strike back. It never came, and we were forced back behind the doors of a long abandoned room. We were running low on ammo. Nobody's Supers were charged. They took both Heavy Ammo boxes, and we're hitting the walls, dust falling from the cracks in the frail ceiling, every bone-shattering rumble threatening the security of what was left of our team. I was a Hunter being hunted. Our Titans were exhausted, the Warlocks frantically attempting to radio for reinforcements. I caught myself considering surrender, when words echoing with the Traveler's Light ringed through our ears. [b]Git gud, scrubs.[/b] Lights in the room flashed on, the siege stopped, and there he was. SmoggyPluto. The Gjallarhorn is said to have been forged from the armor of Guardians who fell at Twilight Gap. [i]His armor was forged from Gjallarhorns.[/i] I saw in him the determination to save us. He was a Paladin in a wasteland, a Gunslinger in a desert. He was a hero. He stepped outside, light shining on his Gjallarhorns. A Titan sprang out, glowing with the Aura, charging straight at Smoggy. [i]Smoggy ripped the Titan's leg off, mid Shoulder Charge.[/i] The rest of the team was frozen in their tracks. Smoggy took one look at them, raised his arms... [i]He had wrist mounted Gjallarhorns. He had Gjallarhands.[/i] In one fell swoop, Smoggy's missiles massacred the opposition whom could only stand in awe. Their bodies exploded in a rain of orbs, each fortelling the prophecies of prosperity soon to come by Smoggy's hands. We waited in the safety of the room, our breathes held in anticipation; surely the next attack would come harder than the first. When would they respawn? [i]None of the other team ever did. [/i] Smoggy had taken their Ghosts, dismantled them light by little light, and reformed them into Gjallarhorns. [b]Git gud, scrubs.[/b] With a single flourish of his Gjallarhand, he tossed us our Gjallarhorns, knowing we would use them for justice. He would have rode off into the sunrise, but he shot that, too.