O Rifle of orange plume and black regale,
When I cradle you in my Armada Type 3s
You slumber sound amidst the boiling vale,
The Shores of Time, your lullaby a sulfur breeze
But I espy a Blade Dancer on the prowl
His glossy cape aflutter in the wind
He lets his knife from sheath with crackling howl
And leaps to collect me for his pile of sins
When I reach your trigger, thereupon you leap
To lash this saucy scamp, and give a lesson sore.
But ever up, and to the side, your reticle doth creep
Til your effluence passes him feet seven-score.
Alas, I am slain, like fifty times before,
The Blade Dancer hopping round like some jester Mad.
Hex Caster ARC, I found you in an Engram's store
And you kind of suck, but I suppose you're also kind of rad.
Recoil dampeners, please.
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As I read your ode I was there too, on the Shores Of Time, my Hex in my hands big and bright and futile. It's done an admirable job of replacing the Red Spectre as the crucible AR drop being just as flashy, enticing and useless. One thing though, an engine slumbers within? The word arc in capital letters in its name? Will there be a quest that ignites Hex's elemental secret? If there is will it be just as ratty a rifle afterwards? With elemental damage will Hex still be just a very silly way to spend motes? Just got one with perfect balance, one more try...
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I just recieved the Hex. Superb Ode. Well done you.