AH EH AH UH EHM!!!! [b]Throat clearing noises[/b] Twas' a shining beauty, of gold and steel, the Errant Knight model for hunters with zeal. The arms and the chest, protective and beautiful, yet it was incomplete, not made full. For it had the legs of Exodus Down, an unmatching piece equipped the hunters downs. He grinded and grinded, Titan, Nessus and Io. Yet every vendor's stock changed. Soon madness had gripped the wearer, deeming himself cursed. Try as he might, finding the legs was the worst. Worse yet, his fireteam repeatedly found what he had sought. But alas, the lack of a trade function made his head hot. (Angry, he was angry, just in case that didn't click with anyone.) As the days went by, so did his hours. Try as he might, each vendor left him sour. The stocks changed every time. It was so annoying. He began to think this was being done deliberately. "To hell with this!" he yelled, ripping the armor from his clothing. Beating and breaking it, eyes full of loathing. 'This joke had gone on long enough' he thought. This armor made him more furious than any Taken he had fought The smash and the crash of the armor made for a hymn, so much so that the wearer started to think in rhyme. There it lied, beaten and broken. At the hands of an enemy... no, but to it's owner... - Hunter With Nothing Better To Do.