Destiny, the epiphany of loot shooters in the gaming industry, packed with deep, extensive lore, lovable characters, and true care from developers. Unfortunately my lust for this game has slowly dwindled on my character over the years, in the beginning everything was, well what I can only describe as perfection. In Destiny 1 I was gifted something that truly changed my life forever, the Zhalo Supercell... This weapon, forged in lighting, an arc weapon in a primary slot, was my new found lover. We did everything together since the day we met. Strikes, raids, crucible, no matter what it was we were there for each other every step of the way. Then, on March 23rd of 2017, a promotional poster was leaked for Destiny 2. I was ecstatic at first, thinking about all the new planets, enemies, raids, and loot. Fast forward a few months down the road and Destiny 2 ultimately released on September 6th. This is when the realization hit me. Where was the Supercell? Where was that one weapon that truly stole my heart in the first game? For weeks on end I searched through dozens of promotional material, leaks, forums, and to no avail. Bungie murdered my wife... and I had to come to terms with that. I was hesitant in the begging, but I knew that there were plenty of other weapons out there, all willing to love me the same as Zhalo did. With this mind set I ventured out into this new experience, in hopes of feeling the touch of a loving weapon once more. Throughout this campaign I met plenty of these weapons, such as D.A.R.C.I, a perky little sniper rifle, deals significantly high precision damage, not really my type, too dominate for my taste. Then there was the MIDA Multi-Tool, though many of my friends all shared this love for her, until they all dumped her after she was nerfed, I don’t want someone who sleeps around anyways. Lastly I met someone all too familiar, the Riskrunner. We got along great for a wile, she was perfect for me, just my type. Arc, chains lighting between enemies, blue exterior. But still, she wasn’t my Zhalo, simply a knockoff as a lazy attempt to make me feel some compensation for the death of my wife. This is why I am writing this. Developers, I ask, no demand you to bring my wife back. My life has been nothing but a stumbling spiral of constant failures and embarrassments since you did this to me, and I’ve finally summoned up the courage to speak out about it. Thank you for your time, -A once loving husband.