[I posted this in another thread and it revived mixed reviews.] My thoughts are simple. Year one was a huge waste of time. All the work I (and others) put in was basically for nothing. All that endless grinding was useless. I understand Bungivision trying to help newer players catch up but I have met plenty newer players who got to level 34 without difficulty. Anyway this is what I have learned from playing year one and how I will play year two: Step 1 - Don't buy any DLCS during year two. Step 2 - Wait for Bungivision to announce the new year three super discounted prices and tell players year two weapons will be useless in year three. Step 3 - Watch history repeat itself with veteran players once again being upset about wasting their time. Step 4 - Laugh hysterically. Step 5 - Continue laughing Step 6 - Purchase year two DLCs at ridiculously lower prices. Step 7 - Play and compete all year two content in a few weeks. (Get new year 2 crappy emblem) Step 8 - Wait for year four the following year. Step 9 - Repeat. Edit: I am seeing the fanboys quoting their hero Deej. So let me make it simple. Who CARES how I play my game? How does it affect your game?? If I want to use fatebringer for ten years and that makes ME happy why does anyone care? No one is FORCING you to use fatebringer for ten years. What Bungivision IS forcing us to do is NOT use it. Wake up, it is a reset because Bungivision is to lazy to do anything real work. Lazy sacs couldn't even beta test. Edit 2: A short story of what the end could be. Not my best work but perhaps would lend a little understanding to my thinking. [spoiler] Come enter into my imagination and see the final act: Their stands my guardian after 10 long years of battle she/he is broken but unbowed. The struggle was a long and difficult one but here she/he stands a living testament to that struggle. These last ten years of war has made him/her an instrument of death wrapped in the tools of a God. The pain from the final battle are bright reminders of what has been accomplished and as he/she stumbles through the broken shell of the Tower the devastation is absolute. He/She needs to see if any of his faction survived the final battle but as he passes the collapsed postmasters station she/he catches his/her reflection off a piece of polished bronze left behind and the breath catches in her/his throat as the memories of the last decade flash. She/He eyes dart around as if seeing him/herself for the first time and the memories, oh the memories. Legs wrapped in the technology of the Hive won on the day his fire team kill Crota. Arms cloaked in the elegant strange metal of the Vex. That battle with the Vex was hard but the trophies were worth the pain and became as much a part of me than anything else. A small smile splits his/her face as she/he pats Fatebringer "We made our own fate my friend, did we not?" A sharp pain momentarily brings him/her out of her/his reveries and looks down to see a ugly wound on his/her chest leaking dark blood. "You got me this far." She/He nodded to himself. The chest plate was Cabal forged and was ripped by me from that tyrant war boss during year 6 of my journey. That was a good fight and this chest plate always brings that righteous victory back to mind. Debris falls nearby and I am immediately on the edge spinning around and pulling my SideArm, a new addition to my gear this beautiful side arm was one of the last things Xur sold me before... I focus on the here and now, nothing stirs and I look at my ghost who gives me the all clear. I nod my thanks but still miss my dear Dinklebot. Dinklebot I thought "You were the one who found my lifeless corpse and breathed new life into me, you... you..." Some losses are to hard to bare even a decade later. I move on pain throbbing but the pain slows me so I remove my helmet and suck down gulps of unfiltered air. Dead accusing eyes stare at me, judging me, hating me. "I hate you too." I laugh looking at the helmet and my ghost laughs with me. The joke comes from my helmet gotten in year eight while fighting some strange creature none of us ever seen before. It maybe my helmet but it resembles that alien creature and so always looks like it hates me. "The vault is still active." Says my ghost and I limp over to check and am happy to see a good portion of my weapons and gear have survived. I just hope I won't need them anymore. I hope ten years of war was enough.[/spoiler]