I'll tell you the most scumbag loadout of all time. This is from a recent Crucible game. It starts off with me chilling in my Ketch, flying to the Moon listening to my limited edition Vocaloid mixtape (given to me personally by Sailor Moon, leader of the Vocaloids) while I was on Tinder looking for some lonely Neesans. I continued to press ignore on my 1000s of suggested partners with my Doritos covered fingers, as I flew into Anomaly for the fiftieth time in a row. I grinned as I hoisted my No Land Beyond, fully upgraded at 365, ready to prove my skillets. Only a true sniper could snipe on Anomaly. I looked around me as the other people were all using Shotguns. Pleb lords, I thought to myself as I drained an entire two liter bottle mixture of Red Bull and Mountain Dew. I checked that my sensitivity was at 11 and that the PowerGlove I played with was fully charged. The conductor of the Rekt-Train was coming to town. However, it was I who was Rekt; for how could I have faced such an OP loadout? I saw it when I flew in. A weapon so evil that it's name can only be spoken in a spoiler: [spoiler]Khovostov[/spoiler] This weapon, this [spoiler]Khovostov[/spoiler] would prove to be the bane of my existence. More in part 2.