I stopped playing FPS years ago, as in CS pre-Xbox port. I only picked up Destiny when my dad and aunt somehow got into the game and they were trying to do Vault of Glass and couldn't (not the raid, just the mission). I recognize that probably makes me one of the older players, and definitely makes them the oldest players.. The last time I really got a rush out of Destiny was soloing Crota. What, five years ago, before they fixed the bridge? I also used to play FPS on PC, so getting used to an Xbox controller took time (I still suck at it), and the auto-assisted aim is about the single most frustrating aspect of the game. But I think that's been known for 9 of the 8 years Destiny's been a thing. What really kills me is that I love the end game content. But so much of it these days is locked behind walls too difficult for the average player. So, for me to enjoy it, I have to leave my real-life family behind (because they can't do it). And I'm just not willing to do that. So, literally, about half the game is unplayable -- basically anything that doesn't have matchmaking. I can't get the pinnacle gear or mods, so soloing Pit of Heresy is out (I'm not good enough to do it without those mods). I've gotten 4/6 slams in the pit, but as of writing this, can't get the last 2 solo. I hate that I have to go on youtube to learn about the stuff I can't play solo. And I hate that I can't pull my family through it -- to date, they've missed out on almost all the raids since Taken King, the Forges, the dungeons, Whisper, etc. I can get 2/3 bosses in Whisper solo, and can't get my family through it because they can't do the jumping puzzle. Destiny has become very frustrating for these reasons.

A tale of [i]raid spots[/i] & [u]love[/u] A long time ago when [b]VoG[/b] was just about to drop, many people were trying to get their level up to participate in the raid. I was levelling with a friend (who no longer plays [b]sadness[/b] ) I surpassed his level and put out an ad that I was a [u]Warlock[\u] master class seeking to do the raid when it popped. [i]No luck[/i] After a week of [b]VoG[/b] dropping, a cheese for [b]The Templar and Atheon[/b] had been found. I was invited to do the raid but I didn't know I was taking another person's spot. [b]A Hunter[/b] We finished the raid with ease and I got extremely lucky with gear drops. That [b]Hunter[/b] joined voice chat... [i]crap[/i] He told me that I [b]STOLE[/b] his raid spot! I apologised deeply and I asked him if he needed help with anything else in-game.. We chatted for a few hours, and we quickly learned about each other's lives. I'm a Female by the way for those reading this story. We [i]sent[/i] one another a friend request and quickly become very close friends. We became serious when Crota dropped. A year of going backwards and forwards to visit one another - [b] moving day finally came[/b] Moving day come and went and we still continued along the Destiny story playing and raiding together. We have so many memories of Destiny 1 that we're fond of. [i]Now we have a beautiful Daughter and play Destiny 2[/i] We've been playing since day one of Destiny 2 and still play now with Shadow keep. Destiny brought my partner and I together. I cannot thank [b]Bungie[/b] enough for this game. [i]Keeps your eyes up Guardians[/i]

My story starts off the same as most, several years ago. And I can go on about how I was reluctant to buy it, im just getting off my boarderlands craze (I hate braIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIns) and I was looking for something to fulfil that void. So alas, what did I inevitably set my eyes on? Two words One Word DESTINY -cue epic d1valnillaintro- BUT My story, will in fact start off differently. It will have started 33years ago when a young future Guardian was born into an orphanage alone, and would battle many adversaries in decades to come. Some of his foes were dubious tricksters indeed. But this Guardian was even more cunning. Even trickier, sly in fact. THIS GAURDIAN was born into poverty and was tortured in his formative years. No one had explained to him what the crucible was, or how much mayhem there can really be in this cold empty world that’s constantly fighting the threats of The Darkness. The darkness was everywhere. The darkness consumed his mother after she fought to get him back. She fell victim to micro transactions. Got addicted to bright dust. She even sadly, caught the most serious affliction. She got TAKEN(aids). A young guardian at the lowly age of 6 cannot comprehend these endeavors. In the academy the was teased and mocked and beat up. Other guardians would refer to his mother as the taken queen. His father had long passed. His replacement – flyby. It was up to this 7yr old Guardian to seek THE LIGHT and start to FIGHT Along the way he faced many trials and tribulations. In his youth, its told he would participate in sparrow racing(skateboarding) as to make sure his path of LIGHT stayed onward. He would become reclusive and listen to old recordings of long forgotten grimoire from throughout the ages. These artists would help him find the understanding he needed. as he grew into his own golden age, he got married and had a beautiful daughter. He was known to be a kind soul. Generous and thoughtful. Rough around the edges but mostly, always could ease moods and make his friends and family laugh. word of this great man now has gotten around and he is soon summoned by the traveler. He goes to see the traveler and is told that the darkness is growing stronger and it is time to do something about it. I remember the EDZ I remember the vastness of the space on the other side of the wall as I stared off into the distance standing on a car….OOO there’s a ghost in this one! This was truly a beautifully designed planet. To be making my own destiny and have the experience of finally gaining power after not for so long. I chose to harness my powers for good. I decided that I would not be a victim of my past, I would no longer make excuses. for like a phoenix I rose again every time when all hope was lost, a great Warlock has Risen Psuedoname at the start of destiny, Psuedo did what he always did. He went solo. He adapted very quickly to the battling of enemies and soon was well versed in the crucible. Quickly every foe before him fell and the aquisistion of the most desired weapons and gear fell into his possession. One day while running another strike in search of the ever alluding Devouring Maw, he came across another Guardian. One who would change Pseudos destiny. This guardian does not know it, but he in fact saved Psuedos life. In this time when strikes were ran and they were cleared effortlessly, the team stuck together. They fell into rhythms and a synchronicity they is difficult to teach but easy to observe. Their fighting styles complimented each other. Nova bombs and tethers would soon overtake the darkness. they fought alongside each other in the crucible as well. When it was all said and done, they had reached “The Friendgame” this other guardian, lets call him B, saw prowess in Psuedo and extended to him an invitation to his clan. this was an extremely difficult moment for Pseudo. He has suffered through so much he feels scared and has rushes of anxiety overcome his and he is invited – to a voice chat!!! Good thing they weren’t a bunch of weirdos I fought alongside this ragtag group of hooligans for a very long time. I became very close to them indeed. After a long day of putting another brick in the wall (see what I did there), he would return home to his wife and child. Pseudo would bring meals. He would provide greatly for his family. He loved them very much. but, pseudo while they were sleeping would go into battle! He would join his fireteam and assist them on their various excursions. whether they were fighting alongside in the crucible, or defeating interplanetary threats… …pseudo felt like he belonged somewhere, he felt useful. He felt in control and most of all, he felt appreciated. In time these guardians were eliminating vex and hive gods. It was with this group the universe was saved. We had all done our part and played our roles to fulfill our own destinies. even though this stoic guardian fought many battles across the universe, his biggest were at home. His wife soon grew envious. She was being taken. She started becoming filled with malice and jealousy seeing Psuedo accomplish so much and achieve such great adorations. She especially did not appreciate the time at 3am when atheon was defeated for the first time…no, she did not like that at all, nor the neighbors. BUT SEROUSLY WE BEAT ATHEON YO! 2 PPL GOT THE GALLY, I GOT THE SUROS, COUPLE CORRECTIVE MEASURES…MAN THAT WAS DOPE. NEVER HAVE I SERIOUSLY FELT SUCH AN ACCOMPLISHMENT (ASIDE FROM GETTING MY FOA CERT) BUT SHE WAS SO PISSED HAHAHAHAHAH Ahem Time went on and she became colder, more distant and allowed herself to become completely taken by the darkness. Psuedo is a freakin warlock no way he didn’t know about it, so he divulged himself. He is not proud of his actions but so much rage and anger grew inside of him. He knew there was no getting her back. in the years to come this mighty fireteame became more then just a group of random people. They had no idea I relied on them to be an escape. Psuedo needed his fireteam more than ever. They were his muse, his distraction. Being able to feel strong with his fireteam, when at home being controlled to feel dominated started weighing heavy on pseudo. But his fireteam, unbeknownst to them, provided a well of radiance for pseudo. And again, he would rise like a phoenix. They took on crota, aksis, oryx the taken king, a wizard that came from the moon, randlle the vandal, shanks, death singers, gateloards GODS and the DARKNESS it self, they stood victorious every time. Amazing memories were made during those first years of creating our destiny. It is unfortunate that after the attack on the tower, we lost a few. But our fireteam has grown stronger than ever. Not really, the beginning was sofa king awful. I mean, wtf? But many many things have changed since then and the old nostalgia is returning. Its starting to feel like destiny is finally coming to fruition, or so it seems. Darkness is stirring within the house of the Psuedo and his wife may have made a deal with the formidable foe ever. Greed. She’s become blinded by greed and selfishness, the accomplishments he’s receiving for rebuilding the wall has incited an anger in her. But she does not express it. She does not speak it. But pseudo feels it. He knows the darkness well. He’s fought it since a baby. He recognizes the abnormalities. He listens to his ghost and stays on his senses. [url=https://wgntv.com/2019/11/12/2-teens-charged-after-attempted-carjacking-of-uber-driver/t]Eyes up Gaurdian[/url] Today, this guardian is again, alone. He sits scared in his own thoughts questioning himself. He questions everything he ever known. He will soon be returning to continue his destiny…in time. Pseudo will prevail against the presence of evil and dark forces. He will always rise – its his destiny.

My best friend and I did everything together since 1st grade. We played Pokemon cards, joined the swim team, and eventually got xbox 360s to play Halo 3 together. We left home to attend the same college where we grew to love Halo Reach and spent days of playtime raging and celebrating in our dorm room. Those days would come to an end, however, when he moved into one of the fraternity houses on campus while I chose to stay in the dorms and our schedules began to conflict, as often happens while growing up. Eventually, he let his live subscription run out and I only ever really saw him at fraternity and sporting events, but the years passed and we grew more distant as our lives took shape. Bungie had left Microsoft by this point and Destiny had come out, but I was hesitant as the reviews were mediocre at best and none of my xbox friends wanted to play. I still had the preorder bonus poster on my wall, but had canceled it shortly before release due to this lack of interest. Several months later, I got a call out of the blue. It was my best friend, now out of the frat house and he wanted to reconnect. Happily, I arrived at his new address where he invited me in and what was on his tv in the living room but Destiny on PS4. He asked if I've tried it and, upon my answering "no," beckoned me to start a new character on his account. I still remember that exo titan and his spike laden head who stole my heart as I punched my wat into the cosmosphere. It was then and there I decided to save up for a playstation and join my friend in this new adventure. A few months of saving later, I stumble upon an Amazon deal for a Destiny Taken King edition PS4 and pull the trigger. I rushed home on lunch when it was delivered to set it up and queue the Destiny installation so it'd be ready by the time I returned that evening. I called my friend, but his roommate had moved, taking the PS4 along with him. What followed would turn out to be several years of on and off contact as we both went on to move to different cities for work and school. Eventually we stopped corresponding completely and I all but forgot about the man I'd known best most of my life. One day, I bought an Xbox One from a coworker who was upgrading to an Xbone X and you'd better believe I was excited. I bought a few games and installed some of my 360 favorites, but I hesitated when I saw Destiny 2 on the retail shelf. It had only been out a month and the reviews were scathing, but it reminded me of my friend. Not purchasing it, I went home and logged onto Xbox live for the first time since I moved and looked at my friends list. Almost as soon as I could do so, I got a party invitation from an unfamiliar gamertag. It was my estranged friend. Reunited, we went on to play Gears, Call of Duty, Halo, you name it, but then I brought up Destiny 2. We, along with 2 mutual friends, bought copies almost immediately after and made our clan, Blackjack and Hunters. For months we went through the campaign, did strikes, got smoked in pvp, all the normal stuff as you do. As dlcs came out, we ate up the content and delved into lore, falling more in love with the universe as we went. Then, just before Forsaken dropped, he hit me with the news. He was diagnosed with leukemia and would be undergoing chemotherapy. I was shocked to my core. When we logged off, I called my parents, friends, anyone I could think of if for no other reason than to have someone to tell me it was going to be okay. He would spend months at a time in the hospital with a few days back in his apartment under his mother's loving eye where we could talk and play together. There were nights his voice was so weak, I'd mute all game aounds just to hear him, but this was our connection. He moved to Texas after a while to receive treatment from some of the nation's best doctors. He slowly got better and his time online increased to the point where it was almost nightly. We got him leveled up and it felt like things were finally going back to normal. The doctors didn't need to treat him with chemo as often and a miracle bone marrow donor was found with a million in one 10/10 conditional match. His cure was finally in sight and we were all ecstatic at the news. He received the transplant and sounded like his old self for the first time in a year. That's when he told me that he wanted to raid. We had done the year one raids in the past with people from lfg lists, but we never did try to take Riven together before. The two other members in our clan had stopped playing as much, so I had raided with lfgs solo for a while and the prospect of achieving this victory from beginning to end with my best friend of 23 years sounded like a ton of fun. So I got him geared up and we planned on finding a group the next evening to get him his first run. The next day, we logged and he sounded a tired. He said that he was just feeling a little ill and to give it no second thought, so we found a group willing to teach and flew in with the fireteam. It was a shaky run, for sure, but after a long 2 or 3 hours and several member swaps later, we were at Riven. We all leveled our cluster bomb rockets and slew his first wish dragon together. We ran the heart to the pedestal and shot it in vain for the "final dps." He was so excited when he opened that chest and got his scout rifle. He equipped it immediately and selected his new raid name banner to showcase his first triumph over Riven. By then it had gotten late and we said our goodbyes. He thanked me for helping him and told me how happy he was to finally finish it. It was a Monday, so I told him we could do it again the next day. He told me that he was looking forward to it and we signed out for the night. Tuesday came and he didn't log on. I texted him to check on him and he said that he had a little bit of a fever and that he was going to rest for the night, which I wholeheartedly agreed was the for the best. Wednesday morning came. It was my last day at my job at the time and the office was in a buzz about where to go for a farewell lunch when I got a call from his mother. My best friend had to be rushed to the hospital that morning and experienced cardiac arrest on the trip. He was resuscitated, but the outlook was grim. I tried my best to reassure her that he had pulled through worse things than this so far. Surely he would pull through again. These words came out and she heard them, but honestly, they were for me. I wanted to believe he'd turn out okay. He had gotten his cure, after all. He had to be okay. I was somewhere else the rest of the morning and it was during the car ride to the restaurant that I got the call. My best friend died in the hospital of an infection in his lungs at just before 11 oclock central time May 15th, 2019. My coworker turned the car around, took me back inside, and sobbed as I stood there seemingly unable to feel anything. I had no tears to shed. I didn't feel like anything, but I knew that I'd never be the same again. I called my parents, friends, anyone I could think of if for no other reason than to have someone to tell me it was going to be okay. It wasn't. Each time I had to make a call, I would sob before, during, and after. It's been a few months now and I feel better. I still think about him every day and there's still times I stop what I'm doing and remember that I can't share a new fun story with him over our microphones anymore, but it's not all sad. Our clan is still together, though it's basically just two of us who decided to keep playing after his passing. There's a little note at the end of our clan description in his honor now and I'll never stop thinking about him whenever I play Destiny for the rest of my life, but it comforts me to know that I was there to help him complete his Last Wish. I miss you, my best friend. I'll never forget you. I'll do better, okay? You have a good time wherever you are. I hope we can be best friends again someday.