[b]For our hot-burning wielders of the sun, our impossible to break powerhouses the void, our sharpshooting lone wolves, and our MOTHER-blam!-ING FRUSTRATING OVERPO- Ahem- Our stealthy knife-wielding arc ninjas, your task is lain out before you: stick. [/b] What was your absolute most badass stick? Post any videos you have, too! As for mine... The scene is set. Twilight gap. I, a sunsinger armed with a grenade of solar fusion, see four enemies neutralizing/capping B from the balcony outside of C. A friendly voidwalker manages to put a dent in all of their shields with a vortex grenade before getting mowed down by six blazing auto-rifles. As his limp body falls in to the never-ending depths, I see the fifth enemy team member floating towards B. I think about shooting him down, but what good would that do? The seventy-five points soon to be collected by each of his four comrades are enough to push them to victory. As soon as I let go of my grenade, I know its arc is tangent to that the enemy's slow descent. As the glowing ball of solar energy on to my enemy's now-useless armor, I don't have to see his face to know the confusion and fear in his eyes. He runs directly into his group of unknowing teammates, and the familiar boom-crackle followed by utter silence fills my ears. As Lord Shaxx shouts the praise of my victorious team, I look at the sun and grin. The original light, the only true light, comes from the sun- and that is why we praise it.