VULGAR Journal. Today was the first day of the Festival of the Lost at the tower. Yay.. guardians playing dress up. I fear that something greater is upon us. I question why Eris gave me raisins.... Anywho the task I was given today were rather annoying I had to wear a enagram and kill my fellow guardian in the Crucible. Then a tiger mask drop for me from the nine and it was rather fun going out farming for candy. Oh how I love candy. The current time is 11:54pm. There's a haze in my ship. Currently landed on Earth near San Diego in the town I grew up in before it all happen... *inhales a long drag from a joint while BONES:WhateverYouDoDon'tLookHimInTheEyes plays in the background* Vulgar stairs into space lost in his thoughts as to why all this is happening. Why his parents left his brother and him alone in Russia while they fled with their sister back home. Why he gave it all up to just die in Russia with his brother. *beep* HEY! I got a fireteam going [Ablaster] *beep* Vulgar ignores the notification from the comp. To lost in his thoughts he takes a other drag and exhale. He step outside and walks into his home. It was his first time being back. The place still looks the same but everything was degraded old and rotting. He walks up stairs to his room and finds it the way he left it. *sits on the bed and lights up a other joint and inhales long* I used to be a cook at a restaurant near here he thought to him self. He remembered everything he did in the past before he lost it all. Taking much to reflect on the lost and how much he misses them. Even his past problems where no match to his current problems like the Hive or the Vex. He gets ups and walks down the hallway remembering all the lost memories he had there. *sdperk619 sent you a invite to join*ghost* tell him I'll be there in a bit. *okay, should I tell hi your where you are at the moment? He is your brother..*ghost* no just tell him I'm taking a moment for the Lost. *touching...*ghost* Vulgar continues to walk thought out his house through the kitchen and livingroom. To the garage. *walks up to his old work bench and desk that is still covers with his old doodles and stickers. Looks to his left and see his brother's old bong and he chuckles* Ghost I want you to store this for me. *you got to be kidding me..*ghost* the bong lefts up and disappears. Vulgar continues walking around looking for old things to take with him. As he was walking back into the living room he heard a hive ship break orbit and land near by. The area was claimed by them back when it happen. *Equips Red Death* Vulgar starts to feel his anger build *sneaks out of the house and hugs the house to see where they're landing. *aims with his sniper* right up the street he thought to him self. *they can see your ship...*ghost* "No really?" Vulgar chuckled to him self. *fires a few rounds at a knight popping it's head off.* He runs to his ship and jets off to orbit. Hey lets go meet up with my brother now? *sure, let me guess you're going to give him that paraphernalia*ghost* "Hey it's called a Bong I don't care if the Vanguard looks down on it. Hell let them exiled me like they did with Toland the shattered." Vulgar chuckled *sigh*ghost* Vulgar jumps into hyperspace. Journal log over. 12:50am Forgive me for any typos for I've been drinking and flying.