Gewoon een gedachte op het Bungie forum 
Dust spits about everywhere and I back up slowly to give room for the magnificent craft landing mere feet in front of me. This ship is nearly four times the size of my own, and you can tell that it's seen its share of warfare. As the dust settles, I notice 15-20 battle insignia's under the cockpit window, three of them look familiar; I fought hard in those battles as well. The blood-red Cabal Skull brings goosebumps as I remember how heated and intense the battle was and how close we were to failing our mission and foregoing this prize for good.
My thoughts are interrupted by the opening of the cargo bay hatch. In perfect unison, the Seven Seraphs BloodLust guild walks out with guns slung over their shoulders, moving with purpose to the Tower Shop where I imagine they will be trading in substantial loot from their last raid. At the rear of the group is the guild leader, signified by his stature, but also by his BloodLust founder cape and Seven Seraphs Sargent chest piece. I also quickly realize that this Guardian is quite proficient on the battle field, for he hosts a trail of black particles dissipating feet behind him, marking him as a Warlock who holds total MP k/d spread of 2.0 or more.
What I'm experiencing is not rage towards a player who simply has more time than me, but respect for a player who has invested deeply into this universe we share, and who has kicked some ass along the way. As he leaves my sight, I take one last look at his battled war horse and decide quickly that it is time once again to leave the safety of the Traveler and venture out to earn the legendary status that awaits me.
Laatst bewerkt: 10 jun 2013
