Making my way through the Cosmodrome in Old Russia, weaving through maps I can now navigate blindfolded, placing bullets between the eyes of Dregs who's patterns I now know by heart, waiting for an event that I know will occur in approximately six minutes, I finally stop and ask myself: Why am I still playing Destiny?Click To
Making my way through the Cosmodrome in Old Russia, weaving through maps I can now navigate blindfolded, placing bullets between the eyes of Dregs who's patterns I now know by heart, waiting for an event that I know will occur in approximately six minutes, I finally stop and ask myself: Why am I still playing Destiny?Click To
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