It's all in front of you. Just piece it together. D1 is set to be best game ever made, brilliant lead writer, one of the best composers, strong leadership, established lore and plot. Boom. Hot trash fumble. Employees leave and get fired. Activision. Pre release on disc DLC that was advertised in trailers. Blah blah (Taken king was in the first ever trailer). Game goes to shit. Bungiewhores try their best to silence claims from closed alpha players, dataminers and employee leaks, but it doesn't work and we all know they're all shady as -blam!-. Luke Smith steps in with his magic wand and releases the already made content, uses his literal huge weight to sling to lead position. Right out of the gate he's already established as a money grabbing whore with his previous comments about throwing money at emotes. Meanwhile, he's having meetings with Activision, complaining that it's too hard to release content so he 'decides' to rely on MTX instead of steady release expansions. AS if that wasn't their shady plan all along. Bungie gets ripped apart in the process. Most of the the old school Halo employees that had any integrity jump ship when they see what's happening. D2 gets dumbed down to appeal those most likely to buy MTX. Being the casual player that plays at content releases and will drop a few tens of dollars on each new bright engram release. No effort gets put into the first two expansions because THEY ALREADY KNOW PLAYERS WILL RETURN FOR THE 3RD. This has been their plan all along. Fix everything with the 3rd proper expansion. Huge new planet, new villain, locations, massive quality of life fixes. This will cost $40. And players will buy it. Even though most of what they release will be features they ignored from D1. Fanboys will lap it up. Buy microtransactions, buy DLC, rave about how great it is, entice old players back. Even if you don't buy any MTX. That's still $140 you've spent on the base game and crappy DLC. Great strategy. Proven to work with D1. Will work again. -blam!- Bungie.

He was a horrible ass game journalist before bungie even hired him they need to fire him and that broad that was in charge of the curse of osiris dlc 😑

self-absorbed narcissism is why

My proposal: Please be respectful and hear me out. A REAL solution to the Eververse dilema. A win, win for players AND Bungie. https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/241711075 Middle ground and understanding can be established, it just takes some goodwill and gestures of trust to get back on track here. My 2 cents.

His face pisses me off, everytime I see his face I cross out the tab cuz it gives cancer

A day before his 15th birthday, the son of a wealthy family was asked by his father, "Well my son, what would you like for your birthday?" The son hesitated a moment and his father's thoughts leapt ahead to a new computer and similar things. However, his son had had a new computer only recently and could have a new one any time he wished. Finally, the son said, "Father, I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball." The father was rather astonished at this wish, but said, "If it is a pink ping pong ball that you want, a pink ping pong ball you shall have." And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a pink ping pong ball. The boy took the ball to his room and the next morning the pink ping pong ball was gone. The father was mildly surprised but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong ball, however, was never seen again. The next year, a day before his 16th birthday, the father asked his son what he would like for his birthday. "Father," replied the son, "I have everything a boy could possibly wish for, but there is one thing I would really, really like. I would love to have a tenpack of pink ping pong balls." The father was more surprised than the year before, but kept his curiosity at bay, for he knew that his son had a right for privacy. he said therefore, "If it is a tenpack of pink ping pong balls that you want, a tenpack of pink ping pong balls you shall have." And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a tenpack of pink ping pong balls. The boy took the tenpack of balls to his room and the next morning, not a single ball remained, merely the empty husk of the tenpack. The father wondered where ten pink ping pong balls might disappear to, but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong balls, however, were never seen again. The next year, a day before his 17th birthday, the son was asked by his father what he would like for his birthday. "Father," said the son to this, "I have everything a boy could wish for, but one thing would make my happiness complete. I would dearly want a carton of pink ping pong balls." The father was beyond surprise, but decided to make sure he had not misheard. "A carton of pink ping pong balls?" "A carton of pink ping pong balls," the boy confirmed. "I can't understand your fascination with pink ping pong balls," said the father, "but if it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you want, it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you shall have." And so, the next day, the boy was given as his birthday present a carton of pink ping pong balls. The boy was delighted and took the carton to his room. The next day, miraculously (as if by magic, even) the pink ping pong balls had all disappeared. "Dear son," said the father, "I must ask now, what do you do with all those pink ping pong balls?" The son, however, was reluctant to tell him. "Please humor me, dear father." The carton of pink ping pong balls, however, was never seen again. The next year, it was clear that the son would get a car, but the father felt that, perhaps, his son also had some other wish apart from the obvious. So, one day before the son's 18th birthday, the father asked him whether he had a special wish for his birthday. "Dearest father," the son started, "I have everything a young man could possibly want, but there is one craving in me. I would, more than anything, want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls." One of these years, his father thought, I should get to the bottom of this. However, he decided to humor his son's wish. At least he had been wise enough to buy shares in a pink ping pong ball factory. The next day, the son was given the address of a warehouse where all his new pink ping pong balls were stored. The son was delighted and decided to spend the next night in the warehouse rather than at home. The following morning, the son stepped out of the warehouse, but it seemed to be empty otherwise. The father had a closer look and indeed, apart from empty cardboard boxes, nothing was left inside the warehouse. No pink ping pong balls were left. The following year, one day before the son's 19th birthday, the father braced himself for another warehouse of pink ping pong balls. He asked his son what his deepest desire was and he had not been entirely wrong. "Father, you have made me very happy these last years and this year I ask of you a shipload of pink ping pong balls if at all possible." It was possible, if only because the father had by now bought each and every factory of pink ping pong balls in the country. The next day, the father took his son to the harbor and showed him a huge tanker and told his son that there were millions, billions, trillions of pink ping pong balls in there. "Father," the son said, "You've made me very happy yet again." That night, the son spent on board the tanker. The next morning, not a single of the pink ping pong balls could be found, but the son was happy. A few days before his 20th birthday, however, the son had a terrible road accident and was taken to the hospital. His father visited the young man in hospital. "My dear son! Can I bring you anything to make you feel better?" Weakly, the son sat up in bed. "Father, dearest father, grant me this wish; just one tenpack of pink ping pong balls." The father held his son's hand tightly. "Whatever you wish my son, but I have to give you one condition. Even if it may be embarrassing, I must know what you did with all those pink ping pong balls." "Very well, father, but please indulge me first. I will tell you whatever you wish to know after you have given me the ten pink ping pong balls." The father thought that was fair enough and the next day brought his son the ten asked for pink ping pong balls. The son smiled weakly but seemed too weak to talk. "Son, I leave these pink ping pong balls with you and shall come back tomorrow to ask of you what you have done with all those pink ping pong balls." The son nodded weakly. The next day, less than surprisingly, no pink ping pong balls could be found in the son's hospital room. "Now, my dearest son, apple of my eye, treasure of my life, please tell me what you did with all those pink ping pong balls," the father requested. The son nodded and the father gripped his hand tighter. "I-" the son started and sat up a bit, swallowing with a dry mouth. "I- I-" Then he died..

Well d2 is currently too similar to d1 for my taste so

I agree, sequels should be upgrades of the former games instead of hollow shells labeled “blank” 2

Narcissism maybe? Maybe the heads of various departments are pretty stubborn about hearing feedback? A better question to ask would be why do they use such a small group of (paid) play testers? Let’s take the word narcissism out of it and just call it “stubborn pridefulness.” People with these personality traits prefer to surround themselves with people who are “yes men,” people who placate them, and people who will tell them only good things about their work. Look at our current POTUS. The guy literally fires anyone who disagrees with him. I’m not saying that BUNGIE department heads do this, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the people who get promoted are “yes men” and any criticism (including community feedback) is written off as “they don’t know what is best or how the game should be enjoyed, *I* do”

Because Bungie could make more money and provide less content. A win for the studio and publisher. D2 was developed solely as a cash grab. Player enjoyment, end game, and replay ability were not the focal points of development. Reskins, reduction in character movement and abilities, increased micro transaction focus and scaling back the PVP experience were at the fore. Overall a poor excuse for a sequel.

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****general question, rhetorical and hypothetical**** If I sat in front of you, picked my nose, and launched boogers via flicks towards you, would you give me 60 bucks? Then WHY, would anybody pay Luke Smiths "garbage standards" for doing exactly that. Look at this. Really. Smh https://youtu.be/WxOT2Tt1p8w If people believe that THIS kind of LOW "standard" isn't in Destiny2, as "Lead Director", good luck.

Luke is leading with the moto. Throw money at screen. He finally got his game.

He’s sweating like a fat boy in a cake shop!

I wonder how much he earns? I like to be earning $1 less then him.

About that house thing. I’ve seen some pretty valid reasons for tearing down the old one. Things like not building a staircase at the proper angle (steep staircases are way more dangerous), thinking that doors go everywhere in a house (they don’t), not properly insulating the walls of the house, not enough floor support... the list goes on, and the price to fix that stuff only goes up the more stuff there is wrong with the house. Eventually, it becomes cheaper to tear it down, and build a new one. I’m not saying that is what happened with destiny1, but my understanding was that the development platform that bungie was using for it wasn’t very efficient. And that it would be faster to build D2 with a new platform, than keep using the same one from D1.

"Yeah, but the fan boys love me. I'm on my way to the bank right now (laughing all the way). Cheers, guardians. Remember, buy Eververse...." -- Luke Smith

The original person wanted to build upon destiny 1. Luke smith wanted to build it around Eververse.

How about this. When you discover a fatal flaw in your house structure, you fire your current builder because you lost your faith in his capabilities and you ask a second one to take over and fix it. The second builder decides to start from a clean slate for whatever reasons he has. (Just took me 2 seconds to come up this idea) Why [b]CHARCOLE one[/b], Why? Surely you would have enough brains to just go through the initial post and refine it into a great post. Obviously you haven't learned from your mistakes. And if it is too hard to make good post on this forum, you need to get out of the forum completely or hire people who know what the hell they are doing.

People like to call bungee lazy but heck they did re make a whole game (destiny 1 and 2)