9th

Hey everyone! Yes an intro to a post. I know, I know. This isn’t normal for me. But this one is because the poem below was a bit of fun concocted using the names of some exotic weapons from Destiny 2. You see it’s a sad time as Bungie is ending active development following today’s final content launch for D2, with no sign of the franchise carrying on. It’s an IP I’ve followed and played (around 4000 hours total lol) since the beginning. Technically before Destiny launched and it launched 12 years ago. I wrote this after the news broke as a sort of tribute. It felt necessary as Destiny is my favourite franchise and D2 my favourite game. Anyway, enough from me before I go on for hours and write pages. Enjoy!

With this thorn in my side,
I’ll have the last word.
Ice breaker tendencies will never be heard.
As red death descends to take out the trash.
Don’t be so sure that Mida will not see die cast.
Cause there has been a whisper of a worm.
If you put a foot wrong then this parasite will learn.
That outbreaks perfected can still be body bagged.
And if you try to take more than you’re owed duality will crash.
Severing all your hopes of reaching this new land beyond.
Because a hierarchy of needs doesn’t change this route.
Yet if you try and kill a dream your regime will be moot.
Now take your ruinous effigy and flee.
For this is a place of symmetry.
Where only sweet business does prevail.
And if you’re a trespasser you will fail.
Be separated from your wicked implement.
Lament all that you did try to circumvent.
When tessellation dances across the sky.
Salvation’s grip will be retracted from your life.
To leave you drowning in the devil’s ruin.
No chaperone to keep you going.
Now that you’re banished from this bastion.
Enjoy your future as a dead man’s tale.