Well, last I left you all I was a pitiful level five Warlock trudging along with my hand cannon through the devastated lands of Russia, but now? Now, I am a level 10 Übermensch blasting fools in the face with my grenades. How did this happen? I was sick with Bronchitis and a nasal infection so I just spent an entire day resting up in front of my TV. I don’t recall how many hours I put into my last gaming session, all I can tell you is that my butt was numb and the daylight that seeped through my shades had suddenly disappeared into the black of night and I was left hungry and disoriented. It was as if I turned into some kind of a Destiny werewolf and I woke up in a cold sweat with mild amnesia and faint trace of buffalo wing sauce filling my nostrils and a discarded pizza box at my side. In my daze I must have ordered food and devoured it, however I do not recall ever stopping the game and there was pizza and wings residue on my controller. First I was disgusted at the monster that I had become, but then I found out how to zoom around on a speeder and I made peace with myself and my epic game session.
I do vaguely recall an adventure that required me to activate several different beacons that put me in the middle of various challenges, and I successfully completed a bounty challenge that had me earn 5,000 without dying. I still have no idea what the story is, or how to interact and party up with fellow players but I’m happy just leveling up and finding loot crates like a mad man. Destiny is a very fun game, and I’m glad my personal life has prevented me from playing it daily because my friends and family would start to worry about me and I might forget to bathe and even eat. I apologize for being vague, I blame my illness. Next week will be more detailed, I’m sure. Until then, I dream of Destiny.