Aww that's so cute your hatred for a gun you used to cherish so much... Let me guess the 9,331 kills you got with the thorn were all by accident.

Wrong People who cry and make Nerf posts are pathetic ... Confirmed There are plenty of counters to thorn try and get good with a red death or something to get your health back Try using strategy instead of crying.

I think the Thorn is more overused than overpowered. The fact it is a great handcannon AND it has damage overtime that can kill is a little ridiculous, but it was fine post-buff + pre-Suros nerf.

The answer to balance issues isn't repeatedly nerfing everything. That's a boneheaded approach. They just need to develop the other exotics so there are other alternatives. Then it will be about skill and preference, and we will see some diversity.

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You people that complain about "OP" guns are pathetic. Learn some strategy. If I (a somewhat barely decent player at pvp) can counter thorn and have a k/d of 4.0 In a match of Iron Banner, then anyone can. Quit bitching and try something new. Obviously your doing something wrong.

The armory was dimly lit with over head spot lights which highlighted some of the more valued items I own. The call for war has come and I have been asked by the speaker to help some of my fellow guardians in a mission to retrieve relics. After donning my armor and other essential item I scan my vast collection of weapons and begin preparing the ones I have chosen for the mission. I hear you stir and my heart quickens for you have slumbered for weeks now. I approach you fearing your awakening to be false and am overjoyed to see your green eyes glowing. You inhabit an alcove were no light gathers but I can clearly see and feel you are awake. I stand over you looking down at your perfection and can not help but think of those who created you. “The Hive must of wept when you were forged.” I say. “Oh they did but you know this already.” You say. I nod once. “I hunger.” You say. “I know.” I reply. “Is there war?” You say. I can feel your hope. “Yes. There is always war.” I reply and hear you coo like a child. “I was preparing to go. Would you like to come with?” I say this as a joke knowing our bond is such that any war without you at my side is a cheap and meaningless thing. “Only if you think I could be useful.” You say. “Always.” I reply. The need to hold you is overwhelming and you know it. I begin to reach for you my hand trembles slightly not out of fear but of longing. You have been asleep for weeks now and that time alone has drained all the color from my world but now you wake and color drips in. For you I know it feels like no time has passed at all. You know only wake, war and nothing else except for hunger. You are hungry and now that you are awake so am I. I remove the armored glove from my right hand and stow it. I brush my fingertips across you and the breath catches in my throat as you purr. My fingers slowly rap themselves around you and the fit is flawless as if your were made just for me and me alone. “War...war now? You say and I almost laugh at the childlike way you sound yet knowing you are the most lethal thing in the universe. “Yes Thorn...” I say cradling you like a child. “war now.” My ship rattles as we enter the upper atmosphere and I ready myself to depart. You are on my waist in a holster made by me from the skins of your victims. The warmth you admit is bright but not uncomfortable. “Soon.” I apologize knowing the wait is torture for you. Conformation to drop in has come over my helmet communication link(com-link) and I feel your excitement and the warmth on my waist becomes a fevered burn as you know what I know. My ghost floats a few feet away in silence. Thorn is awake and my ghost knows to keep its distance and just do its job. My ghost begins the count down until teleportation to the planet surface. “5...4...3...2...1!” A flash of light and the feel of floating take over for a moment then passes. I see the other two guardians who will be my allies in this and nod to them both while trying not to let my eagerness show. As we listen to the Speakers instructions you are hidden from sight with just your handle showing. “Relic located.” We hear then I and the other two guardians disperse to triangulate our ghost to find the relic. We are alone finally and we hunger. I move through the abandoned buildings and open green-lands hoping to see the enemy. You Thorn have become an inferno on my waist and when I finally thought it to be to much I saw him. The enemy guardian had located the relic and was helping his team to salvage it. We are late I think while pulling you from your holster the white hot burn I feel is delicious. I take aim and line up a head shot you pull down. “no...”You plead.” A fiendish smile splits my face knowing you want to kill slow and enjoy it. “As you wish.” I whisper then fired. You sing and your sound is that of a broken bell in the house of false gods. The enemy guardian is hit in the leg as I wanted and he stumbles and I put two more shots into him. None of the shots are fatal nor were they meant to be. You and I sit in cover and the enemy guardian returns fire. I laugh and you laugh with me for we already know he is dead. We hear the guardian’s body drop and I can tell you fed well from the reduction of heat you emit. I send my ghost to scan the area and it shows no enemies present but as I begin to come out of the protection of my cover you pull me back just in time. The sniper just missed my head and clipped my shoulder you and I roll and come up shooting. All my years have taught me at extreme distances a hand cannon vs a sniper rifle is not a particularly smart move if you are the one with the hand cannon but you are no normal hand cannon... you... are.. THORN! I scream and you scream while we fire and the sniper falls dead. My ghost comes to see if I’m hurt and I swat it aside. “Good job ghost...” My distain plain. “I swear ghost you could not find water if you fell out of a boat.” My comm-link activates and one of the guardians on my team comes in a garbled rush. “Enemy... re.... relic.. dian down. We bolt moving as fast as we can without a speeder. My ghost unable to summon it adding to its list of failures. Coming over the rise I take in the scene immediately and see one of the two guardians I am allied with is down while the other is holding off three of the enemy while using the relic as cover. We come in firing and double tap the closest guardian and watch as she falls dead. No time for mercy I think and you chuckle. Another of the enemy turned hearing your killing song and hip fires a fusion rifle as I move to evade I am hit with a glancing blow but my ghost is shot out of the sky. Hitting the ground hard we are already firing and six rounds pepper the fusion rifle and its bearer but he is not dead... not yet. The last of the enemy tosses a grenade my ally and unloads his auto rifle in my direction but we are in motion and although I felt some of his poorly aimed shot hit home we are determined and return fire in greater effect then watch as the last enemy guardian staggers then falls. I fall to my knees breathing hard as my wounds bleed but I will never let go of you. You are much colder now and that is bitter-sweet for me because I know you have almost had your fill for today. I rise making my way to the relic and trying to figure out were that useless ghost is at or has it simply been destroyed then shrugged not really caring. “Ah guardian you did well the relic is ours.” Says my ally who is badly wounded but alive. I nod. You have the barest hit of warmth to you now my sweet Thorn. “We need to get an extraction team here not to mention a medic for me I....” My ally trails off his eyes fixed on you then his eyes meet mine. “It can’t be... Yor’s gun!” I move my head in a slow denial. “No, It’s MINE!!!” I say and put two shots in his chest but when pulling the trigger for a third shot nothing happens. I look at you my dear Thorn and my heart sinks to see you for your eyes have darken to onyx pools and you are now ice cold in my warm grip. I know you are sleeping again and I know I will be less without you. My dimly lit armory was as I left it and I had returned all to its rightful place save for you my Thorn. I walked to the darken alcove with you cradled in my arms then reverently place you back on your Hive bone stand and looked at you for a long moment. “Good night sweet prince and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”