I cower in the basement clutching my Ace of Spades knowing that it won't save me with the ammo nerf. Above me the floorboards creak loudly under the pressure of 100 moaning necroposts. All I can hear is "Nerf Thorn." "XUR SOLD GJALLARHORN?" And in a quiet whisper "The destiny beta is live." I know in my heart that if I go upstairs, the salt will bury me. It is already trickling down through the floorboards like snow. Suddenly there is a thud on the basement door, The posts are trying to gain entry to my sanctum. I pull back the hammer on Ace of Spades and press it against my skull with trembling hands. The thuds continue getting louder and louder. I can see cracks forming in the old termite scarred wood. A few minutes pass, the thudding stops. Have they given up? A wash of relief passes over me but only for a moment as the door is blown off its hinges revealing the twisted monstrosity that is "Atheon cheese found!" The salt pours into the room like a wave and I pull the trigger desperate to end it before they get to me. A dull click echoes in my ears. I am out of ammo. Bungie must have just nerfed the ammo capacity again. As this realisation pierces my soul I am mobbed by a screaming swarm of necroposts. They absorb me and modify every aspect of my being. I become one with the posts. I would ask you that you remember me for what I was, not for what I have become.