I am a 53 year old American white male and father of four beautiful young men. For those of you who haven't walked my path or find themselves in completely different shoes... it all really boils down to there's not really a lot of money around. In 2012 I divorced. I was living through my PS3 really. Destiny, was to be my knight in shining armour. A ten year commitment which I sorely needed. In 2014, I started paying for the internet so 'My' Guardian could slay, mock, and chide, on the information super-highway. It was glorious! I developed friends who cared for me and helped me heal. We became a family. A clan. There wasn't darkness any more, that was replaced by me dragging down my friends on Trials night... or me clutching raid nite, or just the roast of hundreds or maybe even thousands of hours of laughs. I can be a bit of a comedian. Something not too funny- I was addicted to Destiny. So much in fact that I would allow myself to make poor decisions on my own behalf. Buying a PS4 I couldn't afford. Playing Destiny, late for work. Playing Destiny into the morn, lack of sleep, became a vicious cycle. No worries. I had pop-tarts and red bull, (two bungie promotional partners at the time), to see me through. While I was very familiar with Pop tarts at this time- - I had never had a Red bull before. I grew to actual enjoy the taste. If that's not a testimonial to the power of Destiny... I don't know what is. [Now, just to avoid any up coming confusion on your part dear reader. It should be noted that "I" was also a smoker. Had been for many a year, or decades if you prefer... Im also fairly intelligent although my actions often contradict that fact... Point being... I have always taken responsibility for "My" actiins. That would be my defenition of a man.] Anyway, smoker, poor diet, red bull for xp. It didn't take long at my age. On the night, forever known as the, "Lurhey- Ah-llack!" in my house. You see, when you're in the midst of a stroke and you can't or won't realise it because you've bought online tickets for your family to see STAR WARS: The Force Awakens... and nothing, I mean nothing is gonna stop you, not even a 2nd graders cardboard turkey that falls out of the top shelf of the coat closet and bonks! you on the head as you are putting on your jacket to leave.... So, when you yell, "Turkey Attack! Turkey Attack!", and nobody laughs and the faces you love are all staring back at you in some blank horror of misunderstanding because they don't know what a lurk-ly la-lck is... [So a quick PSA. If your tongue ever goes numb and you speak with a lisp that feels like you have cat hair on said tongue...] [I]Get to the hospital your having a stroke [/I] Recovery is a long road back. It seems like that's all I've been doing since. Divorce. Stroke. D1. My clan breaking-up twice. I am the only member who still plays, and stays. And sadly pays. I am stronger now than ever before in my life. I still play Destiny. It's a great game that truly deserves a better fate than the one bungie has given it. I will always have a soft spot for Destiny; it's developers, and Guardians I have met along the way... That's why when I see all the abhorrent crap you've done to this game it makes me sick bungie. I still play. We may still stand shoulder to shoulder against the darkness but make no mistake-- we are no longer friends. You have been using me for quite some time now, It's okay, I am a giving soul by nature but you should be forewarned... [b]I am not addicted any longer.[/b] As I have stated, recovery is a long road, I do not recognize any sign that you or Destiny are on it. So when I sincerely thank you and then spit on the ground at the meerest mention of Evervese. I mean both. Thank you. Now please, get your act together... (maybe for the first time).