It was a cold, dark day and myself and five other Guardians were at Atheon on Hard Mode. We were no match. We tried and we tried and we tried but alas, we could not prevail. We decided to give it one more go and I ended up being the last man standing. Just as we were about to give up, the impossible happened. [b][i]"SmoggyPluto has joined the Fireteam"[/i][/b] We were stunned. A seventh Fireteam member? How could this be? He joined the game and immediately proceeded to revive my fallen comrades; even though we were on Hard Mode. At this point me and the rest of the Fireteam were perplexed. Regardless of the unworldly, God-like wizardry we had just experienced, we pressed on. "OK g-g-get ready to teleport g-guys" I mumbled. SmoggyPluto let out a silent yet hearty chuckle and merely muttered the words: [i]"No."[/i] Immediately Atheon shed a tear, lifted up the Gates and proceeded to cheese himself by running off of the edge. We were speechless. I think the female member of the Fireteam had an orgasm. We all received a No Land Beyond each except from SmoggyPluto whom received a Gjallarhorn. He showed his distaste by going: [i]"Humph".[/i] Immediately, all of our No Land Beyonds turned to Gjallahorns and we were all level 32 with maxed out Raid gear. However, his Gjallarhorn had turned into a No Land Beyond. [i]"That's better"[/i] he said. [b][i]"SmoggyPluto has left the Fireteam"[/i][/b] Feel free to post your own stories in the comments below ^_^ [i]Note: Where this all started: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/93312725/0/0 (look for a reply by "WedgedLamb").[/i]