Characters: Guardian 1, Guardian 2 Setting: The City Streets G1: Hello there random Guardian! Good to see you. G2: Salutations random Guardian! Pleasure laying my eyes upon you. How are you doing? G1: Pretty good, thank you very much. G2: Any luck with loot, my friend? G1: No sir, not today! As is custom with my RNG, I assume you know what that is? G2: My goodness no, why don't you explain? G1: Of course my friend! RNG stands for Random Number Generator. The Bungie gods use it to pity those who exist! G2: That sure is interesting! Well I must be blessed because today I received the exotic fusion rifle Jotunn! [b][/b]POW [b][/b] Guardian 1 just shot Guardian 2 G1: I am terribly sorry, Guardian. I'm afraid I must kill anyone who uses Jotunn! It is a custom with my clan, I'm afraid. Do forgive me? G2: (Just rezzed) Oh well I gues-- [b][/b]POW [b][/b] G1: Oh deary me, it happened again! Do understand I am doing this for the acceptance of my clan. G2: (Again, just rezzed) Listen I must ask of you-- [b][/b]POW [b][/b] G1: Oh dear, oh dear! I didn't shoot you this time. I wonder who did? [i] There is a line of Guardians stretching three blocks. The Guardian in front has a smoking Eyasluna in her hand.[/i] G1: Ah! It seems that you having Jotunn pissed everyone who ever existed ever! G2: (Yet again, just rezzed) Sir, this is really starting to piss-- [b][/b]POW [b][/b] G1: I can make profit from this! [i][/i]Guardian 1 gets a sign from a nearby stall and writes on it "Step right up! 10 Glimmer to shoot this Jotunn spamming piece of Ogre dung! Improves your KD, AND your morale!" G1: There we go! [i][/i]Everyone lived happily ever after because the Jotunn user was doomed to an eternity of suffering! [i][/i] Moral of the story: Jotunn is dumb and nobody likes it (Until I get it that is)