You s**t final rounder kill yourself [spoiler]from a bladedancer with felwinters during year 1 trials [/spoiler]

Suck it you damn dirty scrub Blink shotgunning fgt

Had a guy who sent a chain of messages for a raid invite way after I had put the team together. "Inv 295 Titan" "Inv" "WTF MAN F[b]U[/b]CK YOU"

"You're a meanie"

I went like 300 - 15 in nuketown one day. The whole team called me a try hard. Said I was cheating etc. Single greatest accomplishment of my gaming history.

I was playing skirmish with randoms and the heavy came in, one of my team mates was standing next to me at the heavy ammo and two of the other team were coming at us firing so we took the heavy not even thinking about waiting for our third team mate as we were under fire. The third team mate then repeatedly shoots and melees me for about 30 seconds and im thinking what the f**k is this kid doing, then I get this message 'F**k u nobi u takes the heavies before your allies are on place f**k u noob i piss to you mom ass and your bitch too' Couldnt beleive the rage just because he missed out on heavy ammo lol

In Mayhem I was doing the Chaperone quest I was hiding until I had gotten my Super up and heavy was ready. Killed this kid with a shotgun from point blank range. Then proceeded to get a message. Knew it was from someone who was raging. Proceeded to kill the kid over and over again on purpose(not using a shotgun for any other kill that whole game)..bagging him everytime I did. Read the message afterwards it said "Camping with a shotgun..Git gud" then proceeded to ask him "Which is saltier?..You ,or the balls I dropped in your mouth repeatedly"

Fuel beams can't melt steel jet

Bought a ps4 (first sony product) when destiny came out, never received hate mail. Hoped on my xbone for blops 3 last week. Already received messages from very salty people

Have only received one hate mail in all my years of playing. I'm the worst pvp player in the world but ventured into the Crucible to do a quest. Had a great round and got a message that said, "Go f$£% your kid you COD b@?#h. Guess he didn't like getting owned by a 60 yr old gamer. Made my day.

I remember it as if was yesterday. Most clutch thing I did in Trails. It was HoW. Trails map was Widows Court. The sniping was real. We were at 8-0. And of course we burned up our mercy. The opposition was 2 Thorns and 1 Last Word. 2 Bladedancers and a GG. All snipers. It was 4-4. We spawned on Alphas side. I ran left, up the stairs, my teammates close behind. We were all out of super and we heard a dreadful sound. Golden penis. I heard one of my teammates cry. I crouched in a corner as they ran extreme left. The Golden penis, arrogant as ever, rounded the corner. He couldn't detect me through the radar and walked right past me. I stood up and began to charge when he did a 360. The last thing he saw was the barrel of my rifle spewing void as he drifted into dust. My teammates were thanking me as the remaining two attacked us from extreme left. "Guardian Down" "Last Guardian standing" I instantly reacted as the deep cracks of Red Death filled the air and I felt my health return as the Last Word fell. Just me vs a Thorn blinker. My teammates warned me he had reloaded as had I. We both rounded the corner and time slowed down. I charged my trusty Purifier VII and 3 bolts of Void tore into him. I felt a round hit my shoulder. The poison burned and I felt violently sick. But I pressed on. My opponent did not expect this. He panicked and shot twice, hitting not but air. I began to charge again as a round hit my head and my visor shattered. The barrel spewed Void and consumed my opponent as I felt the air on my right heat up with poison. I glanced back and saw the remnants of a Hunter, his armor and cloak turning into a wisp of Void dust. There was a moment of silence. Everything was still. Even the wind had stopped. The world held its breath and I heard Lord Shaxx through my helmet. The voice was scratchy but I later learned he said "all opponents down". The countdown to orbit began as my legs buckled and I fell to my knees. I looked down at my fusion rifle and saw a deep gash along the right side. Green poison danced in the edges. I looked further and saw my bond had lost a fragment. I walked to where it lay on the ground and saw a jagged, angry thorn sticking out of it. Later that day I checked my messages and saw one came from an unknown source. I investigated and it was harsh, angry, and poisonous. Like Thorn. It read "You no skill pig fu[b]c[/b]ker. You should have died. I'm reporting you for cheating and you didn't deserve your flawless. I hope you get a permanent ban after you get ass cancer" I replied simply and matter of factly "you lost a mid range fight... To a fusion rifle. You have the most powerful gun in the game and I'm using one of the worst. You don't deserve to fight in Trails." There was no response. I kept that fusion to this day as well as the bond. It felt so good to destroy the meta. Hope you liked it. Based on real events.

GhostBuster1987... I rest my case