This gun, in my hands, isn't just a weapon; it's an extension of my will, my dominance on the battlefield. While others rely on the season's buffs or the crutch of popular builds, I stand apart. My gun is the instrument through which I compose symphonies of destruction, a tool that other Guardians can only hope to wield with half my finesse. Every shot I fire tells a story of precision, of control, of an unyielding force that bends the tide of battle to my favor. Opponents falter, not because of the gun, but because of who holds it. I am the terror in the Crucible, the nightmare in strikes, and the final word in raids.