Randal "The Animal" Vandal promoted to the Kell of Terror:
This Fallen has earned the respect of Guardians worldwide, he has stomped out more light than Crota himself and has soaked more bullets than Aksor.
Randal holds his cave down like nobody else has and in my immeasurable opinion, earned the right to be a Kell.
As the unifying voice of public and popular opinion, I request... Nay, demand! That Randal is immediately promoted and is granted the title: Terror of Old Russia.
He must extend his reach and area of appearance, no, not as an event but as a roaming raid boss who darkens the skies above the area he enters in. Our ghosts must yell at us to run, for terror has arrived and our dear Kell, Randal "The Animal" Vandal: Terror of Old Russia, must show no mercy!
He should do full laps around the cosmodrome with an entourage of Vandals riding Pikes.
He must be twice as tough as a Kell on Randal's special steroid serum and if need be, ride a walker as a mount!
Bungie, this is no longer a request, this is your next patch. Do not let your legion of fans down, give us hell, give us the Kell, Randal.
Guardians, unite behind this sole cause and push for it! Forget about your pvp or story woes, forget about your weapon buffs, forget about it and help give Randal the station he deserves.
Ps. The only reward we should get from him is a grimoire card of legendary importance.
Also, it's perfectly acceptable to use any existing Kell model and make him larger in scale with a smaller crit zone, not that it mattered, Randal took more shots to the face than most people's m... That's probably a good point to stop at.
Edit:
Instead of the sky going dark when he strolls down his block, it should turn blood red, cause it's the end for us all!
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A hit brought to you by Randal and himself: You are now about to witness the strength of Darkness knowledge Straight outta Cosmodrone, crazy mother-blam!-er named Randal From the gang called Vandals With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya -blam!- with me The guardians are gonna hafta come and get me Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out For the punk mother-blam!-ers that's showin out Hive start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo Goin off on a mother-blam!-er like that with a Mythoclast that's pointed at yo ass So give it up smooth Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin with a crime record like Aksor the handsome Vex-Mytho is the tool Don't make me act the mother-blam!-in fool Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe I'm knockin ghosts out tha box, daily yo weekly, monthly and yearly until them dumb mother-blam!-ers see clearly that I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy you can't -blam!- with me So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck Coz Randal is crazy as -blam!- As I leave, believe I'm stompin but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Cosmo (Randal of Cosmo, Randal of Cosmo) Yo Ranal [randal] Whassup? Tell em where you from! Straight outta Cosmo, another crazy ass vandal More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger I'm a bad mother-blam!-er and you know this But the bitch ass guardians don't show this But I don't give a -blam!-, I'ma make my snaps If not from the records, from jackin the crops Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin' And when illegally armed it's called 'packin' Shoot a mother-blam!-er in a minute I find a good piece o' glimmer, I get capped, can't earn mo So if you're at a show in the front row I'm a smack you like a bitch dirty-ass ho You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to But that shows me, guardian, you're composed to a crazy mutha-blam!-er from tha ketch Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shit Randal controls the automatic For any dumb mutha-blam!-er that starts static Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself every time I pull a Vex off the shelf The security is maximum and that's a scandal R-A-N-D-A-L spells Randal See, coz I'm the mother-blam!-in villain The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin that's takin place without a clue And once you're on the scope, your ass is through Look, you might take it as a trip but a vandal like Randal is on a gangsta tip Straight outta Cosmo... [the speaker] Randal is his name and the boy is comin... ...straight outta Cosmo is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother and make ya sister think I love her Dangerous mother-blam!-er raises hell And if I ever get caught I make you sail See, I don't give a -blam!-, that's the problem I see a mother-blam!-in Gjallarhorn rocket, I don't dodge it But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while And when I see a punk pass, I smile To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a guardian drivin but don't know where the -blam!- he's going, just rollin lookin for the one they call Randal But here's a flash, they never seize me Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation and hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin So what about the bitch who got shot? -blam!- em! You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker! This is the autobiography of the Randal, and if you ever -blam!- with me You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother word to the mother-blam!-er, straight outta Cosmo (Randal of Cosmo, Randal of Cosmo) (Damn that shit was dope!)