This is all wrong. I shouldn't be in here. I should be back in school on the other side of the ocean. Yet you all come to us experienced gamers for hope. How dare you! You have stolen my dreams and my childhood with your empty expansions. And yet I'm one of the lucky ones. People are suffering. People are dying. Entire clans are collapsing. We are in the beginning of a mass extinction, and all you can talk about is money and fairy tales of eternal economic growth. How dare you! My story starts at the beginning of D1, when there was 20 missions and 5 strikes in the release, huge expanses of area and a feeling of bewilderment and wonder. With every expansion i have a feeling of excitement, soon followed by a feeling of disappointment when i realise i have been swindled by Bungie. Just like an abused housewife, I come back for more of the same. The endorphins kick in with the promise of something great, then the dirty feeling of being catfished just like a tinder date with loads of makeup. You shower only to stand inside for hours shivering, violated, wallet empty. The content is released, and you expect an amount similar to the original release - 20 missions and 5 strikes, but each release becomes thinner and thinner, like an anorexic on crystal meth.