I was there with a fireteam of 6, desperately trying to kill Crota on hard. We were two hour in and we felt that we couldn't go on. I convinced the team to just hold out for one more try. Everyone agreed and we went to our positions as normal. We struggled to kill the swordbearer but finally we killed it. As I approached Crota with the sword in my hands, my team all fired their rockets. I bolted to kill Crota. I unleashed my three furious slams on him, but then he got up and killed me. He ran for my fireteam and everyone tried to run away as Crota pursued. The Oversoul filled the sky. Crota easily slashed through my team one by one. It looked like it was time for a wipe. Suddenly, I received a notification. [i]Smoggy Pluto has joined your fireteam.[/i] I couldn't believe my eyes. Smoggy loaded in and approached Crota, untouched by the Oversoul crowding the sky. Crota backed away in fear as Smoggy walked toward him. Suddenly, Smoggy pounced and punched Crota. It was a one-hit kill. Everyone looked upon him in awe as the man, the myth, the legend stepped away from Crota's corpse untouched by his own onslaught. As we came to the activity rewards screen, Everyone had gotten a Gjallarhorn except Smoggy who had gotten a gun simply known as "Brumous". The gun had all stats maxed and a 999 damage cap as well as a perk allowing him to win every game upon arrival. Smoggy simply said "Go, become legend." And he disappeared into thin air. I will never forget that encounter. SMOGGY WHEREVER YOU ARE, YOU'RE A LEGEND.

I remember my first encounter with the legend who is only known as Smoggy Pluto. I was a young Guardian, only level 6 or so, patrolling the Cosmodrome trying to get a grasp on the territory I had vowed to protect. I was making my way through the Divide when all of sudden a Devil Walker got dropped in along with a legion of fallen that no single guardian, 34 or not, could defeat. I looked around to see if there was any other Guardians who were around to assist, but I found myself being alone. Some may call it bravery, others may call it noobish stupidity, but I had no choice but to stand and attempt to defeat this abomination. The battle was long and I was nearly defeated many times. I hardly put a dent in their forces. At this time it dawned on me that I was fighting a losing battle. I was getting to orbit out but then a Fallen Captain appeared before me. His eyes, red and filled with hatred, were set on me. There was no time to orbit before the chase began. I tried to lose him by cutting through building and leaping rooftop to rooftop, but he was hot on my tail. All of a sudden I fell through a ceiling hole. There stood my foe. Then out of the shadows appeared other ranks of Fallen. Their weapons were charged and seconds from firing. I closed my eyes. This was it for me, I was surely doomed. I heard the shots ring off, but I felt no pain. I opened my eyes and I was untouched! I looked up and saw a purple light around me and all of the fallen in the room were reduced to nothing but ashes. I heard much more firing outside the room so I jetted back through the hole in which I had fallen through earlier. I gazed upon the battlefield only to see the impossible. This Guardian was sitting on the back of the Devil Walker, controlling it and shooting down the vast army of fallen who had invaded the Divide. I watched in awe as he sent the Fallen packing. By then end he walked up to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. He then spoke words that had reverberated with me since. "Go on YouTube and search Keyboard Cat. (Chuckle) I loved that little guy." A tear dripped down his face and he orbited. Behind he left his Gjallahorn with an inscription that read "Never Go Alone." Since my encounter with this legend, I have watched Keyboard Cat before every patrol and keep his Gjallahorn right by my side. I only hope to one day encounter Smoggy Pluto again so that I may show him how much I have grown since our first encounter and return to him his Gjallahorn.

I resurrect this post!

Bungie - "Destiny: Become Legend" SmoggyPluto - "Okay"

SmoggyPluto can solo Vault of Glass, Crota's End, and Skolas... At the same time. Chuck Norris checks under his bed every night for SmoggyPluto. SmoggyPluto can equip Gjallarhorn in every inventory slot. All of SmoggyPluto's weapons have infinite attack. SmoggyPluto has a Grimoire score of infinity. The Hive may pray to Oryx, but Oryx prays to SmoggyPluto. SmoggyPluto starts every Trials run with a flawless card. SmoggyPluto dismantles all weapons into Gjallarhorns. Banshee-44 has 44 memory wipes to experience the awesomeness of SmoggyPluto multiple times. SmoggyPluto singlehandedly killed all the Ahamkara. SmoggyPluto started the game with a Gjallarhorn instead of a Khvostov.

I was on Blind Watch, night fell. The other team had been hammering us the entire match, and we were backed far behind Alpha. Our team was fleeing the onslaught of Fusion and Pulse Rifles, we dodge, ducked, and dipped in and out of cover, hoping for an opportunity to strike back. It never came, and we were forced back behind the doors of a long abandoned room. We were running low on ammo. Nobody's Supers were charged. They took both Heavy Ammo boxes, and we're hitting the walls, dust falling from the cracks in the frail ceiling, every bone-shattering rumble threatening the security of what was left of our team. I was a Hunter being hunted. Our Titans were exhausted, the Warlocks frantically attempting to radio for reinforcements. I caught myself considering surrender, when words echoing with the Traveler's Light ringed through our ears. [b]Git gud, scrubs.[/b] Lights in the room flashed on, the siege stopped, and there he was. SmoggyPluto. The Gjallarhorn is said to have been forged from the armor of Guardians who fell at Twilight Gap. [i]His armor was forged from Gjallarhorns.[/i] I saw in him the determination to save us. He was a Paladin in a wasteland, a Gunslinger in a desert. He was a hero. He stepped outside, light shining on his Gjallarhorns. A Titan sprang out, glowing with the Aura, charging straight at Smoggy. [i]Smoggy ripped the Titan's leg off, mid Shoulder Charge.[/i] The rest of the team was frozen in their tracks. Smoggy took one look at them, raised his arms... [i]He had wrist mounted Gjallarhorns. He had Gjallarhands.[/i] In one fell swoop, Smoggy's missiles massacred the opposition whom could only stand in awe. Their bodies exploded in a rain of orbs, each fortelling the prophecies of prosperity soon to come by Smoggy's hands. We waited in the safety of the room, our breathes held in anticipation; surely the next attack would come harder than the first. When would they respawn? [i]None of the other team ever did. [/i] Smoggy had taken their Ghosts, dismantled them light by little light, and reformed them into Gjallarhorns. [b]Git gud, scrubs.[/b] With a single flourish of his Gjallarhand, he tossed us our Gjallarhorns, knowing we would use them for justice. He would have rode off into the sunrise, but he shot that, too.