Dear D2, I don’t even know what caused this, but at some point you just became a chore instead of a game. Maybe it’s the fact that my friends left you after Opulence. Maybe it’s my unhealthy concentration on that Undying title grind. Maybe it’s the reskins. Who knows? What I wanted to do was thank you for the fond memories you’ve given me over the course of your lifespan. As much of a dividing point as your first year was, I genuinely enjoyed it as a point-and-shoot stress reliever with some exciting content sprinkled in there. Forsaken rolled around, and you felt like the good old Taken King days where everyone was enthusiastic, exploring the world, and hopeful for the future of Destiny. The annual pass tried delivering content in a different way, and it once again had some spectacular parts to it like the forges, menagerie, and Zero Hour mission. Shadowkeep promised another overhaul to the armor system, the base game was going free to play, and it seemed like Destiny was finally going to peak again. The story, raids, pvp, seasonal events (I’m looking at you, SRL) have all at one point or another been a blast to play. I have met some amazing people thanks to you, be it from raids, the Crucible, or just messing around in the Tower. I think that’s how you’re intended to be played: with a group of dedicated people. In that period when the stars aligned, I would hands down play this game over any other. But at some point, the magic disappeared. And it certainly was magic, or else I wouldn’t be pouring my heart out on a forum post. I now feel like the time I spend playing this game is a waste. Maybe one day I’ll be able to enjoy playing you again. Until then, good night Destiny 2. Thank you for being both a great experience and waste of time in my life.