I just turned 56, but that’s no excuse for the way I play.. (Although I’ve been known to blame it on that occasionally). I’m SO bad.. When I go see the Speaker, there’s Uncomfortable Silence. Amanda only has sparrows with training wheels. But she did promise I could solo my Cessna 150. Rahool just gave me a new helmet, “The Dunce Cap” It’s got zero stats. And don’t get me started on my new hand cannon it’s got a GOD awful ROLL. When I went down to face Crota, Eris mourned. My ghost only says one line, “I got a bad feeling about this.” I went to the “Sky Watch” and missed every public event. I was too busy looking up. My jumping puzzles are named “Off the Edge”. I came across a Dreg in the Cosmodrome and he said, “YOU and ME 1V1!” Cayde said, “I need to get out of this tower… you need to stay.” I’ve never gotten hate mail in the crucible. Just condolence cards. .. But when I load up, join my awesome team, play with my wife or just run a patrol by myself; I feel young again and have as much fun as I did dropping quarters in PONG! :) ***********EDIT********** Thanks everyone for the empathy, sympathy, condolences and get gud scrub! I was in the tower earlier and heard something about Zavala’s Crochet Class. I was excited; he said to Try Hard and I might get accepted for spring semester. Mrs. Levante presented me with an exclusive shader, “Yellow-belly” it clashes with my Dunce Cap, tho. I asked her if she was getting a bigger box of crayons soon. I can’t repeat her answer here. (Ninja's and all). I went to pledge Dead Orbit. Mr. Jalaal said, “No Thanks.”