I was sleeping on my bed. Outta nowhere, like an RKO, my phone starts blowing up. Playstation App, Bungie App, even emails from Reddit. As I checked to see the first message from a friend, it said, "Xûr is selling…" The person didn't finish the message. After that I got a phone call from some person who was breathing heavily. He said, "someone had sold him the goods." Must've been a wrong number. After that, my mother kicked open the door and told me that she got Gjallgcgzhvvhorn. I laughed and said, "that's impossible, mom. You suck at this game." She replied, "maybe so… but I got the hookups." That's when it hit me. "Xûr is selling" + "Sold me the goods" + my mom showing up with gjallfbfgcfhorn strapped to her back?! No. Nononomo. It's over. I've heard of catering to casuals, but this is ridiculous. Know this. I can't live in a world of handouts. My grandmother could buy Destiny, learn to play it, beat that shit by 7:00pm, and have Gjallfgfrdhorn by 9:00pm if she wanted. Xûrners are poison - CANCER. List of top Xûrners: Andrew Johnson. President number 17. He Xurned that presidency. He got it because Lincoln was killed. Hell, as far as I'm concerned, Wilkes was his only vote. SouthWest Airlines: Did they create airlines?! No! They road on the coattails of the Wright Brothers. Where are them royalties. Most of you casuals: I guess I'm just as good as everyone else now. Which means there's no point to go on. So. I'll be killing myself on the tower tomorrow morning. There's no point. Everyone is my equal and equality is shit if we're all just a bunch of pennies. -Farewell.