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Edited by Thunda_Punk:
11/1/2014 2:06:09 PM
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Let your weapon speak!
Just a simple survey, Pick your favorite primary or special weapon and re-quote it based on how it has served you in the wild. Feel free to even follow the format below:
Name: Final Boss
type: Sniper Rifle
rank: Legendary
Your new quote: "What I lacked in precision, I made up for in strategy. The monster within took care of the rest." - Helix
*I'll be archiving whatever legacy quotes provided into a codex, from which I will distribute to the public with full credit given to those who participate! We are the light, but we are also the creators of truth in this Golden Age. Let your tireless grit and boundless cunning speak through your weapons guardian!
[b]*Sorry for the lack of scout rifle for this survey's poll guardians! We still want to hear your weapon speak tell us how you survive out in the wild! [url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/40529/76336912/0/0]The Poll containing your favorite Scout Rifle can be found HERE!![/url] [/b]
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Thorn Hand Cannon Exotic "The weapon was a sight to behold, as Dredgen Yor drew it from his hip. The wicked and archaic craftsmanship, seething with menace. It was hungry. The gun, the bullets, they starved for blood, and something else. A single shot rang out, the gun's hammer driving a wicked nail forward into his foe's chest. The nail tore through flesh and bone as if nothing more than wet paper and dry sticks. I could hear the Guardian scream, yet his mouth was not open. His very soul screamed and writhed in agony, as the bullet's dark hunger set to devour it. He stepped towards his dark and evil foe, in a vain attempt to fight back. Yor simply smiled, and the Guardian fell to the ground, unmoving, an empty husk. And as the Guardian's soul died, I saw a part of Yor's soul die with him. Yor flung his head to the sky and let loose a laugh darker and more sinister than anything we had ever seen or heard. He had never felt so alive."
