Tendrils of shadow reach across the grounds, shivering as branches sway in the autumn wind.
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Your Postmaster is almost full.Ībove the tree-line, hanging in the purple-black sky, Luna’s cracked face nestles among the stars and casts the fullness of its glow down upon the Farm.
Mara Sov’s Hot Mouth, is the name of one. You load into Iron Banner six freelancers facing down Clan.You open LFG, swearing that this is the day you finally play a dungeon.You dream of Savathûn crushing your Ghost between her chitinous thighs. Your worm is a weapon, now you can hear its labored breathing when you sleep. Mara Sov tells you to speak to a parasitic worm. You almost completed the first one, once, when Destiny 2 came out. You purchase a raid bounty that expires tomorrow. She proselytizes to you about the importance of teamwork. You cross paths with them at Hawthorne’s roost. Your old clan-mates are online, sometimes.You have never known what a “Champion” is. You unlock the Unstoppable Hand Cannon mod. The new seasonal artifact is another object of inscrutable power, birthed in the screaming void between infinite possibilities.A hunter named Witness Deez Nutz follows you, crouching maniacally. You return to the Enclave to speak with Ikora. So powerful that perhaps it can balance the Crucible. It was on its way seven years ago, but it is even more on its way now. Your Ghost revives you, and you cannot tell which of you is more disappointed. You join a match in progress, and die instantly to a super. YouTube creators have published years’ worth of video within seconds of the release.
You try to read about them, but it is too much for you. You have to make room for the Postmaster. Why are they red? You have to delete them. You have six Red Herrings in your heavy inventory. What is he running from? You have never used a scout rifle. Months ago? Years ago? The Titan’s name is Savasnû-snû. He dies a thousand times as you compare ten nearly-identical rolls of Night Watch, kept from the last time you played. You pass a Titan leaping endlessly off the tower on your way to your Vault.Tess smiles at you, her eyes white with static. Beside you, a Warlock named Eris Morn’s Eye Lube spends a thousand dollars on a sparrow you’ll never see. You examine her rotating stock, but nothing is worth it. There is an idea of a thing called a Soft Cap, but it is ephemeral, like cobwebs in sunlight. You delight in watching your power level rise, digit by agonizing digit.
You hear the sound of Savathûn’s laughter-you are the vile one, now. Stop taking my kills, you yell into the microphone. But everyone has the same goal, and there are never enough Scorn. You must kill Scorn you must wipe them from existence so that you can get a new gun.
Sometimes, the Postmaster has engrams for you.You wake up, wondering if the Hive care about perk rolls. You wonder what it would feel like, to have your Ghost crushed. You have been waiting to meet her for more years than you can count. You know about the countless worlds she razed in her brutal worship of the Deep, about her endless deaths at the hands of her merciless sisters and the violent retribution she dealt in return. You know the eldritch goddess of deceit and cunning from the Books of Sorrow intimately, as though she is an old friend.There is a temporal shift on Mars, but you have no time to investigate the shimmering fields of time-lost corn. Somewhere beyond seeing, Savathûn waits for you in a mind-ship woven of ghostly dreams. You murder hundreds on your first trip to Mars. Your Postmaster is almost full, no matter how many items you delete. Savanthûn is dummy thicc, the internet says. This is the best Destiny has ever been, IGN tells you. You play through the campaign, delighting in the terrible beauty of the Witch Queen’s mind-fortress.
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