DeeJ isn't a bad community manager, he's stuck managing a bad community. This place is toxic, and filled with whiny snot-nosed brats who do nothing but bitch and hurl negative shit all over the place. People say he doesn't have enough of a presence on the boards... Well maybe if mature, intelligent people voiced concerns and opinions in a calm manner it would be worth his time to respond. If the only way people around here can communicate is with "WTF BUNGIE DIS IS CRAP XUR SUCKS DEEJ SUCKS TROLOLOLOL" then what the hell do you expect? I wouldn't dignify your childish tantrums with a response either. Keep doing your thing DeeJ, I know it's not easy.

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My problem with Deej is his complete lack of presence on the forums. I truly think he voices our concerns to the Devs, but I think he makes a passing sweep once a week to find anything trending and goes from there. Which means, due to the fast nature that posts get buried in the forums, he misses quite a lot doing it that way. He didn't know what Xurning was until a month ago. That is bad because that has been a term on the forums since the first month this game came out. He rarely comments on anything when asked (I realize he can't hit them all, but still some answers would be nice) and when he does, the comments are not really comments, but vague responses and elusive answers. I understand that he can't give everything away, but it would be nice to hear from him more often about Destiny related things. I feel like his Weekly Updates are informative, but for the most part they are all fluff to me. He does address some things that are coming up, but they are very poorly explained, and often leave me frustrated wanting to know more. Teasers are one thing, but teasing a teaser is infuriating. And he really excels at that. It's a simple matter of explaining to the community in more concrete terms what is happening. Instead of leaving us to rage and ask questions resulting in vaulting anger while he remains silent, how difficult would it be to drop in on some of the LEGIT questions (that are asked respectfully) and give an answer? As a community manager, he is the first line of contact for Bungie, and he is largely silent. He will go days at a time without responding to anything. He responds on Reddit more than he does on the official forums. Nine times out of ten, we find out what is going on from sources NOT Bungie related, which bothers me a lot. This stuff should come to the public from Deej. Yet I hear it first from Game Informer. Or Kotaku. Or Polygon. Or Gamespot. Or IGN. Now he does NOT deserve the often awful things the community here says about him, but I can honestly see why the community is so frustrated with him. He just needs to talk to us more. Maybe he has time for that, maybe he doesn't, I don't know. Disabling comments on updates was legit for me; he said he wants to track reactions on the forums. Except that he doesn't have a presence here. Look at his profile and observe the gaps in between his posts. They are ridiculous. So how can I accept that he wants us to take to the forums when I'm not even sure he reads them? How then, can I trust that he is speaking to the devs about true community concerns? That all being said, I'd love to have a beer with the guy. I'd buy. I think we'd get along personally quite well. He seems like my kind of guy with his nerdy references and backhanded tributes.

FILTHY SCRUB CASUALS THE LOTTA YE COME AT ME BRUH

You should have left the post up...don't let this community get to you!!! It's nice to read something other than this eye cancer on the forums just saying.

It's like being the last piece of poop in a toilet. You have two choices: go in a circle and be flushed away or hang around and wait for more poop to drop in.......

[b]A day before his 15th birthday, the son of a wealthy family was asked by his father, "Well my son, what would you like for your birthday?" The son hesitated a moment and his father's thoughts leapt ahead to a new computer and similar things. However, his son had had a new computer only recently and could have a new one any time he wished. Finally, the son said, "Father, I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball." The father was rather astonished at this wish, but said, "If it is a pink ping pong ball that you want, a pink ping pong ball you shall have." And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a pink ping pong ball. The boy took the ball to his room and the next morning the pink ping pong ball was gone. The father was mildly surprised but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong ball, however, was never seen again. The next year, a day before his 16th birthday, the father asked his son what he would like for his birthday. "Father," replied the son, "I have everything a boy could possibly wish for, but there is one thing I would really, really like. I would love to have a tenpack of pink ping pong balls." The father was more surprised than the year before, but kept his curiosity at bay, for he knew that his son had a right for privacy. he said therefore, "If it is a tenpack of pink ping pong balls that you want, a tenpack of pink ping pong balls you shall have." And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a tenpack of pink ping pong balls. The boy took the tenpack of balls to his room and the next morning, not a single ball remained, merely the empty husk of the tenpack. The father wondered where ten pink ping pong balls might disappear to, but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong balls, however, were never seen again. The next year, a day before his 17th birthday, the son was asked by his father what he would like for his birthday. "Father," said the son to this, "I have everything a boy could wish for, but one thing would make my happiness complete. I would dearly want a carton of pink ping pong balls." The father was beyond surprise, but decided to make sure he had not misheard. "A carton of pink ping pong balls?" "A carton of pink ping pong balls," the boy confirmed. "I can't understand your fascination with pink ping pong balls," said the father, "but if it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you want, it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you shall have." And so, the next day, the boy was given as his birthday present a carton of pink ping pong balls. The boy was delighted and took the carton to his room. The next day, miraculously (as if by magic, even) the pink ping pong balls had all disappeared. "Dear son," said the father, "I must ask now, what do you do with all those pink ping pong balls?" The son, however, was reluctant to tell him. "Please humor me, dear father." The carton of pink ping pong balls, however, was never seen again. The next year, it was clear that the son would get a car, but the father felt that, perhaps, his son also had some other wish apart from the obvious. So, one day before the son's 18th birthday, the father asked him whether he had a special wish for his birthday. "Dearest father," the son started, "I have everything a young man could possibly want, but there is one craving in me. I would, more than anything, want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls." One of these years, his father thought, I should get to the bottom of this. However, he decided to humor his son's wish. At least he had been wise enough to buy shares in a pink ping pong ball factory. The next day, the son was given the address of a warehouse where all his new pink ping pong balls were stored. The son was delighted and decided to spend the next night in the warehouse rather than at home. The following morning, the son stepped out of the warehouse, but it seemed to be empty otherwise. The father had a closer look and indeed, apart from empty cardboard boxes, nothing was left inside the warehouse. No pink ping pong balls were left. The following year, one day before the son's 19th birthday, the father braced himself for another warehouse of pink ping pong balls. He asked his son what his deepest desire was and he had not been entirely wrong. "Father, you have made me very happy these last years and this year I ask of you a shipload of pink ping pong balls if at all possible." It was possible, if only because the father had by now bought each and every factory of pink ping pong balls in the country. The next day, the father took his son to the harbor and showed him a huge tanker and told his son that there were millions, billions, trillions of pink ping pong balls in there. "Father," the son said, "You've made me very happy yet again." That night, the son spent on board the tanker. The next morning, not a single of the pink ping pong balls could be found, but the son was happy. A few days before his 20th birthday, however, the son had a terrible road accident and was taken to the hospital. His father visited the young man in hospital. "My dear son! Can I bring you anything to make you feel better?" Weakly, the son sat up in bed. "Father, dearest father, grant me this wish; just one tenpack of pink ping pong balls." The father held his son's hand tightly. "Whatever you wish my son, but I have to give you one condition. Even if it may be embarrassing, I must know what you did with all those pink ping pong balls." "Very well, father, but please indulge me first. I will tell you whatever you wish to know after you have given me the ten pink ping pong balls." The father thought that was fair enough and the next day brought his son the ten asked for pink ping pong balls. The son smiled weakly but seemed too weak to talk. "Son, I leave these pink ping pong balls with you and shall come back tomorrow to ask of you what you have done with all those pink ping pong balls." The son nodded weakly. The next day, less than surprisingly, no pink ping pong balls could be found in the son's hospital room. "Now, my dearest son, apple of my eye, treasure of my life, please tell me what you did with all those pink ping pong balls," the father requested. The son nodded and the father gripped his hand tighter. "I-" the son started and sat up a bit, swallowing with a dry mouth. "I- I-" Then he died.[/b]

Shouldn't have changed it OP. Nothing wrong with your original post.

I definitely wouldn't want his job. How he maintains a positive attitude amongst all the negativity is beyond me. Probably why comments are disabled on the updates and community focus articles now though. So he doesn't have to read all the pissy posts of angry adolescents.

[quote]Deej has been a member of Bungie.net since 10/29/2014![/quote] But, if you go OffTopic, you will find posts made by Deej back in 2013. He has been on these forums long before 10/29/2014.

Deej has his own wiki so that automatically makes him better than 99% of people on this forum. The remaining 1% is me, because there can be none better. Here is the wiki for the great Deej http://bungie.wikia.com/wiki/DeeJ

Its really just the #destiny forums. The other areas seem to be slightly more mature but the stupidity you see in the destiny area is on a whole new level.

He's like a vet that won't tell little Timmy the truth, lying to little Timmy that his dog Patch has indeed only weeks to live, can't admit that if he'd given Patch the correct treatment Patch would be alive and living a long life, instead he ingnored the warning signs, Patch won't last long, poor Patch, such a good dog to begin but the lack of care given let poor Timmy down. Rip patch.

Gonna have to suck harder if you want Fate of All Fools.

go suck his dick already