Staring at the impending swarm of hive rushing in my direction, I wonder. Will my Unwilling AR really push them back? I fire. Dammnit, does Dead Orbit hate me, did I get a defective gun? 72 bullets I am thinking, and I would rather throw it at them. The multitudes of darknesss litterally laughing at me and my not so effective AR. I get mad that nothing seems to die from this gun with recoil from hell but I seem to be shooting BB's not bullets. I swear repeatedly in my head. Anger boils from the darkest depths of darkness in my soul. I quickly take cover, my Suros Regime will save the day. It is fully upgraded... I hip fire in a beserek wild fashion, doing absolutely nothing but angering my opponent, a Centurion. Falling back, my life bar going red, my ghost I think just started swearing at me, Gjallarthorn I remember. Again taking cover a scratch away from death. I rise, bravely pointing my deadliest weapon in my arsenal at the swarm surrounding me. F*** I forgot to reload. As I jump run, damn, I can't reload and run. I walk, again almost meeting my death.. I spin letting loose the full destruction of GGaThorn... two rockets with hellhound packs at the moment of explosion. After the thunderous boom.. silence. Complete silence. Suddenly the battlefield looks like vegas, or at least what I saw in the vintage movies of vegas as a kid. Jackpot!!! I wonder what these crying sissys were so freaking out about this cave of wonder that was overrated. Why oh why do I have so many blue engrams cruel gods of my destiny. I have so much sapphire I do not know what to do with it. So kids, the morale of the story is.. BUFF THE UNWILLING AR PLEASE!! I defiantly shout in my head. Why am I talking to myself you ask? Well the faction leaders selling you guns that will get you killed, and since I can't join the darkness unfortunately, I must complain. I often wonder where my black ship, no not the aurora, an ALL black ship might be, or this mythological super black shader, or "the Firefly class" as I run from chest to chest.. The End