[i]Twas the night before Friday, when all through the Vault Not a add was moving, not even a Vex. The chests where stock full of goodies with care. In hopes that a new Guardian soon be there. The Vex were all hung dead by their head. While vision of confluxes danced in their heads. While him in his 'Radar and I in my Knife. Had descended into the maze, in hopes of no fright. When in the room arose such a chatter. I opened the chest to hope find new matter. Away with my voice, screamed in a high flash. Threw off my headset and dropped my controller. The Plan on the breast of new newly found C. He such a scream to the next to see what he be. The wonderings blessed him with Gjallarhorn and beer. Be curious I ran, to see what the inventory bears. Nothing more than Suros, Wait, What?[/i] Suros? -blam!-ing Suros? FVCKING SUROS? You mean the gun that I never wanted but now love? Anyway, that original poem is super long. I had it all drafted up... Then, well, anyway! Carry on! [spoiler]The full list of what my team got is below: (Stupid-Fvcktard-That-I-Hate) Raider 1: Ice Breaker, 2 shards. (Alex) Raider 2: Gjallarhorn, 1 Energy (Sawyer) Raider 3: Plan C (Me) Raider 4: Suros Regime, 2 shards (Nick) Raider 5: Shattered Vault Cloak, 3 shards (Sus) Raider 6: 3 Shards [/spoiler]