Bungie died when Marty was fired for fighting the push towards greed and “modernization.”

The good ol halo days...what an adventure. Halo 1 and it's powerful introduction, halo 2 and it's improvements off the first game, halo 3 and their mastery of the game itself, and halo reach, or should I call it halo forge? I would spend hours messing around in forge in halo reach, competing with scrubs in halo 3, throwing plasma grenades at my friends backs in all of them, kill jacking every single kill in halo reach...oh somebody please give me a hug.

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Damn miss that feeling of actually wanting to come home from work and play destiny. Just my opinion but destiny year one was the best. It definitely had some bugs and vault space issues. But I liked the grind and actually having to do the raid to be the highest light level. Haven't played d2 in months and sadly don't even miss it. Bummed

Let’s not forget y1 was far from perfect and a lot of people felt short changed.

Bungie surfed off the back of Halos success when in fact the all of the people have left now. Its amazing how such a big studio with such a large budget can continue to make the same mistakes they made with the first game, but worse. The fact the reboot took place under 2 years before launch is funny really, especially as some are still unsure where the problem occurred...hmmm....i wonder?!?! you mean its not common for a AAA sequel to be made in 16 months? lol What winds me up is the people defending the cost of the base game, and the DLCs, stating Bungie need to make money! They do realise that game of the year CupHead was made by a small team and costs less than a Destiny DLC? It defo has more content and playtime/replay ability. Game making is like any other industry, the ones that succeed listen to their customers and in turn their games sell. Bungie is making rushed games, with the onus on milking more money through greed, without delivering what we asked for. I loved D1 so much, but D2 is just like an insult to the original fanbase tbh. Only blessing is so much negative feedback will act as a stigma around the necks of all those guilty and involved and should prevent other devs from wanting to work with or for them, and avoid a similar occurrence in the future. It takes lots to lose your loyal fanbase but it def makes the gaming community stronger.

I don't. I found Halo games boring.

The old Bungie died pretty much when 343 was formed. Here's the thing people who were not around in the Halo days (1 and 2) don't seem to realise. 1. The designers for Destiny are not the Halo design team! 2. Most of the Halo vets are no longer at Bungie. 3. Microsoft didn't trust Bungie to make any more Halo games due to the very issues you're seeing in Destiny. This is why they took the franchise in house and were happy to let the studio go to Activision. They could have just closed it but, didn't want the backlash from fans. 4. Bungie as a studio has always, and I mean since the Marathon days, been toxic towards it's own community. What you see today i.e. the massive backlash was predicted by me and others 3 years ago! It was evident even back then that they thought they could do no wrong while not actually doing anything right aside from the art!

[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/241040163?sort=0&page=0]Downfall of Bungie[/url] It is sad to see how far they've fallen.

I will see your vid, and raise you one more: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHSs3pjuyug You want to see some passionate devs who actually played the games they made, look at these guys.

Were you around for Destiny 1? Bungie's greed and lies were present during most of that game's life cycle. Eververse was in Destiny 1. The 0.04% scandal was in Destiny 1.

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..