Fellow Guardians; I was told to say something nice, to everyone. I was told that a positive attitude could vastly increase my enjoyment of activities, and even increase my chances of allying with other Guardians who may be able to take on tougher tasks. Mind you, this took some time for me. I am not known as the most friendly Guardian around. I lead the Vanguard Assault Lance with a mixture of pure disdain for anyone not under my command, and a level of enjoyment for widespread destruction that disturbs some. But I have something kind to say, to all of you. Especially those who I have faced in the Crucible. Even more specifically, those who I have punched in the face in the Crucible, repeatedly, until you ceased in your futile attempt to stand wherever I was standing: Thank you. Your willingness to charge a well equipped, obviously prepared Defender Titan has inflated my scores, lightened my spirits, and perfected my right hook since Day 1. Your bravery (which does not border on stupidity, I assure you) is awe inspiring. The fact that the pulsing, violet glow of my shield is so inviting to you is a true testament to the human (or you know, weird robot thing) spirit. Have you won against me inside of my shield? No. Will you continue to try? Yes. Allow me to regale you with recollection of the most spirited attempts! Oh enemy team on Control, how lovely it was that you ran in one at a time! The rain of shotgun pellets outside of my shield was only rivaled by the rain of dead bodies [i]inside[/i] of my shield once you gave up on peppering the impassable dome of purple justice and decided to attack me single file with your hands. Such honor! Such pride. Oh Sunsinger Warlock! How inspiring was your attempt to stick me with a fusion grenade while using Radiance, somehow managing to bounce it off the the shield and harm yourself, then following up by stepping into the shield and spiking another one which you stood proudly upon as it transformed you into a fireball (and points). Your Light will show me the way to many, many more kills. There will be many like you. The world is better for that. Oh Striker Titan, how mindlessly you swing and flail in hopes that the next thunderous fist will be the one that actually penetrates my shield! Why you didn't use your Fist of Havoc, I will never know. What your Shoulder Charge was meant to do, I will never know. How fortunate it is that I cannot simply stick my foot out and trip you, allowing the walls and ground themselves to slay you! Because if I could, I would. For now, I will take the free points. Oh Hunters! ...actually, -blam!- you. Most of you don't enter the shield, because your flaming gun of righteousness can apparently destroy my shield in one shot where so many rockets have failed. Or you tackle me with your electroknife and zap me to death, a fate I still don't quite understand but find cruel and infuriating. You don't give me free points. So this kindhearted, genuine missive of thanks is not for you. This isn't meant to be terribly specific, of course! The thanks can be shared, as they should. Guardians of all cloths and armors and styles have stood outside and Pulse Rifled my barrier cheerily, or run in with nothing but a grenade in hand and a heart full of hope! Brawl on, brave guardians. Brawl on. My fist ever awaits your next attempt. And oh. Fellow Defender Titan. This staring contest is very purple, and very epic. Carry on. ~Ricochet