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Edited by NinjaNate82:
11/11/2014 9:03:37 PM
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To: Agents of the Nine Headquarters
From: 1337 Tower Lane
Dear Xurta Clause,
I hope you liked the strange coin shaped cookies and spin metal leaf tea (speaker said I you wouldn't want vex milk with your cookies) I left out for you last week!
I know a lot of other guardians are asking for Gjarlhorn this weekend, but I just want to say I have been a very good warlock! I don't forage materials at the beginning of strikes, I never used the cave, and I only hid behind a crate for nightfall because the psions slapped my friend to death and we didn't want to wipe!
If I can't have that then here's a few other things I'd like under the oversized bonzai tree!
A John Marston Space pistol: The Last Word.
My favorite pro wrestler Zangief's: Red Cyclone Death
Heart of Praxic Fire (even though my vanguard nanny Ikora says I'll poke my eye out with a solar grenade, I totally won't!)
Oh! And don't forget peace on earth!
...Venus, Mars, the moon, and hopefully someday the reef!
From,
NinjaNate82
English
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To: 1337 Tower Lane From: Agents of Nine Headquarters Dear NinjaNate82, Sorry to tell you the bad news, but we won't be putting The Last Word under your tree. It seems you haven't prayed to The RNG God anytime lately. So it seems we're just gonna have give out 3 random gear everyone has and the Fate of All Fools, and a better luck next time thank you note. Your friend, -Xûrta Clause PS: Next time you forget the hatted û in my name, you and your friend are going to be getting nothing but ammo synthesizes every Xûrsday for as long as I'm here.
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Dear Xûrta Clause, You are a puppet, a messenger, a pawn. RNGesus owns us all, we play by his rules because it is life, it is the science of this world. You come to me shifting your weight as if you have a say in what you peddle. As if spouting to me about "worshipping to the power of the randomness of our universe" will bless me with luck. Are you the vex? Who Worship the science of technology, and of time and space? If you feel what you offer, against your own will, gives you power over me, then keep your last word. I will find my own prayers. They will be to the mantra of my gun. I will venture out into the wilds of space, turning those who oppose me into ash and soot. I will burn them in damning fire. I will rip them from the world, soul and all, with the nothingness of the void. I will speak to to their nerves and spine, unleashing an electric scream that their bodies cannot contain. I will use the energy of force and motion, of bullets and blood. I will use the knowledge of their biology to smear their brains across worlds. This science is the science I worship. The science of deconstructing those who stand in my way. You worship your probability and chance. In the mean time I will practice my daily devotions: permanently ending the vital processes of organisms.
