[b]Bungie[/b] has all of you fooled with the lore. Crota, he was once a great man. He lived more for others, than for himself. He once [b][i]gave me[/i][/b] his last radiant shard. [b]I swear![/b] It was the kindest gesture. He even had a smoking hot girlfriend, every time I was over all I'd hear was her screaming [b][i]"CRRRoOo000Otaaa!"[/i][/b], and he would just blush a little and giggle. [b][i]"..teehee!"[/i][/b] He was even one of the few that volunteered on Saturdays to dig children in [b]the last city[/b] out from the pile of purple balls and guardian corpses. All he asked for in return was a smile, maybe a nice craft brew every third time. Then, [b][i]something changed Crota.[/i][/b] I was texting him about the latest [b][i]Game of Thrones,[/i][/b] and he just lost his sh**. The last legible text I had from him said: [b][i]"brb poon, gonna go pwn the nightfall. Hoping for a Ballerhorn lmao!"[/i][/b] [i]The conversation quickly changed, 45 minutes later.[/i] [b][i]"asdfghklllkl-blam!-" "Ahhhhhh" "AhhhhHHnnnnhhhh" "AHHNNNTHHH" "ANNNOTTHHHEERR-blam!-INGGHOST" "👻🔪🔪🔪💣🔫🌜🌏🌋👻"[/i][/b] Crota stopped texting me that day. All of my snapchats to him just say [b][u]"pending"[/u][/b], I think he even unfollowed me on instagram. His, I assume now [b][i]ex-[/i][/b]girlfriend, started hobo-ing around the Tower, clearly unable to handle the breakup. My Ghost stopped talking that day as well. I mourn for Crota. I fear he may never be himself again. I recall Crota mentioning his father a few times, I leave now in search of him, in hopes that he can take some sense into his son.