I've been playing strictly warlocks since the Alpha. They're all I know, all I care to love. I know my Warlock inside and out.I love my warlock like a mother loves an ugly child. Even when the popular kids are out having friends, I still spend all my time with my ugly little Warlock. My complaint today is that Bungie is the Father to my mother to my ugly little Warlock. Bungie is that drunken asshole of a father who ignores the runt in favor of the the other two. He gives them cool shit and praises them constantly, making sure they have a role to play and pushes them to the frontlines of that role. It's only when he's not buried in a mountain of booze bottles that he remembers "Oh yeah... I have a third child... I should probably put just enough effort into him to make sure cps doesn't get called." Raid-wise, titans have bubbles. this is an essential and crucial TEAM BENEFIT that helps the whole team. Hunters can turn team mates invisible and apply some serious dps buffs with their supers. TEAM BENEFITS. These classes are raid essentials and everything they do helps the raid along. Then we have Warlocks. Never have I heard "Bring your Warlock, we need him to get past this one part". It's just "What class are you?" I'm a warlock. "Oh... okay." as if to say, whatever, at least you can make the pew pew. Our single redeeming factor that is EVER mentioned is that "Even when we suck, we suck less because we come back to life to suck again." We have a gimp super that rarely comes into play and shouldn't even be something considered for raid effectiveness. Having resurrection as a super power in the raid is no different than having the super power to grow your hair at will when your teammates are flying around and lifting things 60 times their body weight. PAY ATTENTION TO US GOD DAMMIT.I WANT TO FEEL SPECIAL TOO. Give us raids that literally force the entire team to die, depending on that resurrection. Give us raids that cluster so many arc shielded enemies into one god damn bunch that Stormcaller becomes a sought after mechanic.DESIGN AFTER OUR CLASSES ABILITIES AND ELEMENTS. The only raid mechanics you have ever used thus far are "Shoot these things and then follow up by shooting THOSE things and jump on shit for 10 minutes. Every mechanic is about dumping physical ammo into physical shit. Make classes and elements matter, like they should. Make a raid be more than an hour long michael bay film, full on action, bullets, and explosions, but lacking any form of substance. It doesnt feel like you guys put much effort into the creation of these things... I mean shit, not to say all hunters have problems with the Hive Airport Terminal in the Taken King raid but its so bad that you guys had to allow everyone to buy an item that would make it easier for them to get through it because you didnt put much effort into the process of making sure shit works for certain classes. I mean, where's the shit like "Oh hey, maybe like, we, guys listen, maybe there's like this, this machine. this machine guys. And like, warlocks have to shock it. they have to shock it to turn it on, and then like... and then like hunters, they have to like golden gun a gas valve to make it work right? and then, and then like maybe, just maybe. guys... just maybe a titan has to like... has to like slam a pad on the floor to activate the machine. To like make it, make it hurt the boss, or some shit. guys. Come on guys. -blam!-ing use our abilities for fun, creative, imaginative shit. don't just turn us into walking ammo shitting factories, littering the galaxy with empty cartridges and corpses while jumping from one precarious ledge to the next. Yes, that's important, but there's more to life than pew pew and parkour, (pewkour). If I went to college to be a god damn graphic designer, I WANT TO BE A GRAPHIC DESIGNER. the same is for the class I'm playing. Sure I can shit lightning, -blam!-ing hover around like a god, and summon miniature lightning storms but what does that matter when I have a hunk of metal in my hands that shoots smaller hunks of metal and makes super neato noises, am I right? PEWPEWPEWPEWPEW. But to digress to my original point, I'm tired of being the backseat class. the one no one prefers because I bring nothing to the table other than a life vest for when the plane explodes over the atlantic and I'm the only survivor alive to help drag the corpses out of the wreckage on the off chance I manage to swim 400 miles to shore and survive the shark attacks along the way. "I told you guys. I told you so -blam!-ing hard."