So when I was at the University of Iowa, several people, including myself, bought Nerf guns for impromptu battles in the hallways when we had free time. Mostly this was all good, clean fun, except for two of the guys down the hall, my roommate, and I. We all thought, rightfully so, that factory built Nerf guns are bullshit. They’re weak, darts are too -blam!-ing light, the barrels cause too much friction, which makes them inaccurate and slow, and you have to re-cock them after each shot. That’s some -blam!-ing bullshit right there. So we fixed it. We bought new, higher tensile springs. We bought PVC pipe and lubricant. We put BBs in the tips of our darts, and my roommate and even put in a second spring to automatically cock the gun,essentially turning them from bolt action pieces of shit into semi-automatic friendship-ruiners. So when I moved back to Chicago, and into the apartment, I obviously brought my Nerf guns (my roommate gave me his when we moved out), and I obviously attacked my roommates the first opportunity I had. OBVIOUSLY this led to everyone buying Nerf guns and modifying the shit out of them. However, some of us were terrible shots, so certain measures had to be taken to make it possible for them to keep up. Brad practiced in his room every day, Josh built an extended clip for his gun, and Kyle bought the -blam!-ing Vulcan and built a 600 dart belt for it because he decidedaiming is for people who can’t fire 6 darts a second (he modded it for doubled firing speed using a small car battery and replaced mechanics). And then there was Paul. Paul was -blam!-ing terrible. Like almost so bad it couldn’t be for real. He once tried to ambush me coming around a corner from 2 feet away and missed by a good 6-7 inches. He literally could have slapped me and he missed. Whatever moving on. So Paul decides to solve his aim problems in the most Paul way possible: online shopping. He bought 500 foam pellets for a marshmallow gun, two dozen foam discs, and a mother-blam!-ing t-shirt cannon. You see, Paul, much like Kyle, decided aiming was for lames. So he would pour foam pellets into the cannon until it was half full, slip in a disc to keep them from falling out, then shotgun people in the face. I was his first victim and boy let me tell you that shit is terrifying. So Paul became the big dog in the house during Nerf battles, and the rest of us found ourselves unable to compete. So we all escalated in our own insane ways. Eric and I, the former champions, modified our guns to fire faster, Brad added an extended magazine to his gun, Kyle built a harness so that he could shoot his -blam!-ing stupid -blam!-ing bullet-storm piece of shit while moving. Josh booby-trapped various parts of our apartment. Suddenly, we were all better than Paul again, so he decided to step his game up. He started making paper cartridges that would explode open once fired. Suddenly, he could actually fire multiple times a minute, which meant once again, he was at the top. It didn’t help that our reluctance to shoot back out of fear of getting shot was allowing him to take his time, therefore drastically improving his aim. So we stepped up again. I smooth out the cocking mechanism on my guns, improving my firing speed even faster. Eric adds more weight to his darts, making them heavier and faster and much more painful. Kyle buys a bigger battery, newer parts, and he perfects his belts, which increases his firing speed to 12 darts a second. So Paul steps up to take advantage of his improved aim and buys something called a Pucker Chucker which basically is a t-shirt cannon except it shoots foam pucks. This means we can’t just shoot at him from the other side of the apartment anymore, so we all step up again. I modify the rail on top to make aiming easier, Eric modifies his grip to make it more comfortable, Kyle and brad modify their barrels to make them more accurate, and Josh jumps on board the crazy train and builds a goddamn under barrel cherry bomb launcher. And this is where shit starts to spiral out of control. Brad starts making smoke grenades, Kyle solves his weakness against close quarters combat by using his battery to create a cattle prod to keep people back. Eric breaks the head off an old golf club to use the shaft as a weapon, I put pins in the tips of all of my darts, and Paul realizes thatthe Pucker Chucker can also shoot real hockey pucks after he steals my bucket of pucks from my room. So it escalated a couple more steps but I’m going to leave them out partially out of a desire to keep moving forward and partially out of shameanywhoozle when we pull out our final contraptions and modifications that day we shifted from light-hearted fun that was a bit too far to literally combat. Josh had a sword. I don’t know where he got it from. That battle was terrifying. Our normal fights were like an hour, two hours tops, then we would clean up, get together in the living room with some beers, and laugh about what happened. Honestly we should have known this was going to happen because when we did this after our previous fight, the laughter was less “haha remember when I shot Josh in the butthole? Classic.” and more “haha remember when I missed your face with that puck? Next time I won’t miss.” So we somehow get into a battle again and this time things go south quickly which is bound to happen when you have a dude in a speedo swinging a sword around while rolling fireworks down the hall. It was literally chaos. There were fireworks and homemade smoke grenades and Kyle made the electrical current in his cattle prod too strong and it was too close to the muzzle of his Vulcan so every few seconds you would just see a flaming dart wiz past and I built a -blam!-ing flamethrower and I don’t know what the -blam!- is going on so I’m just firing it in the general direction of Josh to keep him the -blam!- away. At some point Brad barricades himself in his room, and so we all run back to our rooms and hide. We do this for three days. THREE DAYS. I missed classes. We all had junk food in our rooms, and private bathrooms, so that’s what we sustained ourselves on for three -blam!-ing days. I, however, try to eat healthy, so I ran out of food almost immediately. After not eating for a day and a half, with food literally less than 50 feet from where I was hiding, I decided that I was willing to risk a trip to the kitchen. So here’s something important about our apartment: I was the only one who knew how to cook. I had tried to teach the others, but all that had accomplished was several kitchen fires. This meant when Eric also ran out of food, he knew the only way to get a meal was to make peace with me. So he had snuck down the hall to my door, intent on asking me for help. I did not know he was there. So when I opened the door and saw a crouching figure in the shadows nearby, I assumed, I think justifiably, that it was the guy who had been swinging a sword at all of us the last time I saw him. So I pulled the trigger on my homemade flamethrower, only to see Eric’s horrified face illuminated by the flames for a split second before they hit his torso. Luckily, I was using a scavenged fuel source (computer screen cleaner), so the flames were weak, but still fire is fire and fire -blam!-ing hurts. So Eric is rolling on the floor with first degree burns on his stomach and chest, and I’m freaking out because Eric is my friend and I just set him on fire, so there is now a lot of screaming coming from the hall. Now, to lighten the mood slightly, here’s a personality test. You hear the sounds of fire, followed shortly by screaming coming from the hall outside your room. What do you do? Do you assume the crazy sword guy has finally snapped and is going to kill you all, so you climb out the window onto the fire escape?Congratulations, you’re Brad. Do you hear the cries of pain and grab a first aid kit before sprinting into the hall to help? Hey! You’re Kyle! Do you hear the flames so you sprint into the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher? You are Paul. Do you come out into the hall to see what’s going on but also bring your sword just in case you have to stab someone? You are Josh and also mentally unstable please put your sword away. So Kyle comes out and he and I start administering first aid and luckily through a combination of the weakness of my fuel source, how quickly I stopped the flames, and the quickness of our treatments, Eric only gets some first degree burns on his torso. Paul puts out the last of the flames, Josh decides he doesn’t want to stab anyone today, and Brad decides that the lack of screaming is a good thing and he comes inside. I spend the next hour apologizing profusely while cooking everyone dinner, and we decide that hey we should probably have some rules for our Nerf fights to prevent this from ever happening again. So we all eat, we establish rules about modifications and ammunition, and at the end of it all, we grab some beers, head into the living room, and tell Josh he needs to get rid of the sword seriously dude where did you get that from?

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the bad thing: old weapons will be obsolete to make you grind for new weapons and all the fun and old efforts to get these are gone. Not because there is a change in story. If you build new episodes with new enemies that require new weapons, i am glad to find those weapons with eg a new elemental damage. But for other stuff (pvp / old nightfall) why should i not be able to use the old ones,. And because there is no story / foundation behind it other than forcing you to grind it becomes pointless. It has been fun so far, no complaints. got more out of it than expected. but thats it.

I want to add something to this argument. Do you use DLC Exotics more than Vanilla Exotics? Think about it. The majority of Nerfs being added to the 2.0 update are on the Vanilla Exotics which in turn reflect on the quality of Vanilla weapons as a whole. IF all weapons are just broken down to three various stats, the problem with expanding weapons for DLC is that all you can do to change it up is to redesign skins and adjust the magazine. This wouldn't be a problem if the new weapons where better than the old, but twice now we have seen most weapons get worst. Case in point, Fatebringer and The Devil You Know. Both are high impact/ low RoF Hand Cannons with 12 in the mag. TDB comes out and your new high impact HC was TFWPKY 1969 with 10 in the mag or the same old Faction weapons. Then HoW released giving use Fulcrum and Loner.Rebel. Both still holding 8 in the mag. You see the pattern? As new DLC weapons and gear come out, the lower the stats get. Yeah, the Raid weapons are great but are better than the Vanilla weapons ever where? No. And that is why there is a backlash to losing year one gear, because Bungie hasn't made anything as good or better than them.

I don't think you should be told to move on to your guns, but I do think you should be told to try and be more open, and flexible on what you use. TTK hasn't been released yet and we have no idea what weapons will be like, and how they will play. Add the fact that the 2.0 update will change so many things that what you're currently using may change anyways. And I know a lot of people think that the HOW weapons are garbage, and that's true to an extent. I have found that you can re-roll a pretty average gun to make it way better. But I only found this out giving these guns a chance and experimenting with them. So again, before you rage too much, and come out with your pitchforks, give them a chance and if they are really hot garbage then by all means rage on!!

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Did you ever try to get thunderfury in wow when it was first introduced? Did you then haven't expansion hit only to make it useless? No? Then please tell me again how the weapons are much more meaningful in this game. This isn't how mmos work it's how all shared world rpgs pretty much work. Which destiny most definitely is. They do not delete items from the game they make it impossible to get with each expansion which means. Anyone who has put in the time has them. Just like any other rpg, do I need to continue?

Buying TTK is just buying a different new game. Nothing you've done this past year or will do up to Sept will matter.

I have never been made to delete a gun in any game I have ever played, yet in Destiny I have no room to try a new gun without deleting an old gun, which is very poor design imo. I have several friends that have already canceled pre orders because they can't keep their favorite gun or guns with them and up to the damage level of the game. I myself will be cancelling mine pretty soon also till I see what they are going to do for sure.

I do notice how a lot of the argument for and against this revolve around the "mmo" (and believe me I use that term loosely with Destiny lol) aspect of the game, so for the sake of this argument, forget the mmo point of view. Look at any game with weapon based combat that has dlc/expansions Fallout Dragon Age Mass Effect Soul Caliber Assassins Creed Borderlands Fable And just about any and every game with rpg elements. Dlcs and (especially) expansions come with newer more powerful gear, does anyone really bitch about this? Maybe but I never see it. Mostly people seek out those new items and hunt for the most powerful ones to use and stick with it, do they ever go back to using old ones.. hardly if at all. Keep in mind I'm not trying to attack you Op(or anyone else) this is just my general thought with a small list of games I've played to show my point. By all means everyone, feel free to debunk what I've put or support and add to the list. TL;DR It's not just mmo's that phase out weapons and gear, just about all weapon based (especially RPGs) with expansions and dlcs do it too