"Come now, FazeSnipe420, we have a lot of ground to cover," Shiro grunted while lumbering his duffels full of SIVA Shards. "Why do you still have those?" said BurgerFarts69, a Titan wearing a full set of Trials of the Nine armor. He appeared alone in his quest to find out why Shiro would bother hauling his old treasures from the mountains at Felwinter all the way here, to the edge of the world, where ships lie in wait. Where the Exo Stranger patiently paces back and forth, muttering to herself, "First it was Req Packs in Halo, and now this? Time has been a waste to these fools that call themselves Creators." "Posterity, Farts, posterity." He breathes deep and gives one good haul up the hill. "One day, they'll remember who I was, I'm sure of it. No longer will I lean against that stack of boxes like that Cayde dude does now in his fancy hangar with warmth and... Holliday." He suddenly stops, and a duffel escapes his grip crashing into Petra Venj and her old, Fallen companion Variks, the Loyal. "Queen save you, Shiro, could you be less stupid? Honestly?" Variks coughs, "It's too cold for this shit, let's -- *labored inhale* -- move already." Variks lost his staff climbing the mountains of salt after Osiris, the betrayer of all expectations, left the guardians with little to do but complain. He was lucky to escape with his life, for after the avalanches ensued, Petra was left with the duty of carrying his metal-plated body all the way to the Stranger. ImBadAtGamesxX walked over to BurgerFarts, wearing fully ornamented Prestige Raid gear, "Why are we doing this, why don't we just log out?" "It's never that easy." Farts says. "Yes, yes it is. Watch." Just as BadAtGames attempted to log out, he felt a twitch in his hands, and he couldn't push the final button after looking into his ghost's eye. He remembers all the times he slew Calus, even Atheon, with his legendary clan "T1T M0NGR3LS." "Wow, you're right, Farts. I can't do it." "See." He wipes dirt off his helmet. "How do you see, dude?" "What?" "Nevermind. Hey, how is the Stranger gonna help us? Didn't she just stop existing along with, like, everyone here?" Farts looked around, puzzled. "You could say Bungie is holding onto them. You saw those triangle ship things, who in Traveler's name knows what'll happen when they get here." "I'll tell you, man. I'll tell you. Listen." BadAtGames stops Farts and looks into the blue symbol. "Is that a lens or...?" "Sure." "Okay. Remember when Osiris came around and everyone was like, yo, it's goin' down. But then, like, it totally didn't go down. Well, it did, but, like," "The bad down?" "Yes, Farts, yes." "So you think they'll build up the hype-" "-No." Bad says quickly, "They already did that, because Bungie is smart." "Who's Bungie?" says Fenchurch, Tess' uncle. "Shut up, Fenchurch. Get away from us." "Okay..." Fenchurch lurches away, addled by grief while hoisting a barrel of Illuminated Engrams. "They'll take that hype and make an expansion-" "-Gods of Mars?" Farts says. "No, Farts, another one. After that." "Oh, boy, you sure seem faithful for someone so determined to hate them. Bad recoils. "Guys, for the love of Isenfyre we have a long way ahead of us. The Stranger will take us to a different dimension in time. She won't wait long." Shiro's eyebrow blades showing anger. "Whatever, fine." Far away, the Stranger sits waiting. "I wonder, should I take them to the one with those flying ninja robots or the one with those big robots and the little pilots? Oh, or maybe the one with the mech-suits? What was it called? Anthology? Antonym? Anthrax? No, no, why the hell would it be Anthrax?"