https://www.bungie.net/en/ClanV2/Index?groupId=3863950 Hey you. I'm gonna cut to the chase. The moon? We're goin' there. Bunch of spooky shit. Haunted house shenanigans from what I gather. Now you 'n' me? We got one thing in common. We both like shootin' things. Who doesn't? Spice of life 'n' all that. There's just one problem. You've got no buddies to commit all that galactic space genocide with. Shucks. Well, you're in luck! Me 'n' a few associates thought to ourselves that we'd get the proverbial "band" back together in honor of shootin'-up a thousand screamin' devil babies on the surface of the moon. Now I'm not gonna lie to ya; you're comin' in on the ground floor here. Aww hell, who wants to join some group of 100 strangers with their policies, Discord mandates, 'n' fancy dress codes, anyway? You'll be buildin' somethin' from the bottom-up, 'n' to me that means more than havin' a list of people I've never talked to meet-up once a week to knock-out a raid list with all the passion of a loveless couple's bedroom. I'm not here to find people to complete shit with. Hell, we all got the fireteam app for that. I'm here to make friends, murder cosmic -blam!-, 'n' have a good time doin' it. If that sounds like somethin' you'd be into, well you just might be my new favorite dance partner. Best of luck out there, folks. I'll see you starside.
Remember that old Chumbawamba song from the 90s? What was it called? TubBUMPing?