Dear Hawkian,
Here's my three favorite weapons in the game and reasons why I love them so much.
First off, lets us start with my first exotic ever.
The Hawkmoon, Hand Cannon of the Gods
Story time:
I was just a wee little level 21 Titan, hopping about on a dangerous task set forth by Master Ikora. I was set on getting the reward she promised to give me if I complete her tasks, an exotic shotgun known as the Invective. As I completed most of her tasks, I had to spend what little glimmer I had on ammunition for a gun I couldn't yet use. Alas, I had enough for just 12 measly packs, not even close to the goal set forth by the cheapass Gunsmith and Master Ikora. I walked away, head low, heart shattered. Nothing could lift my spirits up. I was a walking corpse for the next several trips to the Moon and Mars. On a trip to Venus, I took a detour by visiting my good old friend in the Nexus. I was giving a warm welcome by my friend's many children. One of them gave me a purple engram as I headed to greet my old friend. Alas, my friend and I had a huge fallout. Things ended rather badly for him. Back in space, I chose to visit the devil known throughout the Milky Way as Rahool. I at the time did not believe the cruel words uttered by so many. I visited the old Master and handed him the gift I got from my old friend's son. I expected nothing out of it. I was rather gloomy at the time. And then it happened. It was as if the Gods themselves descended on to me. I wept as Master Rahool handed me a weapon meant for the hand of Gods. A light shone through the darkness I was in and its name was Hawkmoon.
Gjallarhorn, the Majestic Rocket Launcher
This beauty came from the corpse of a fellow Guardian during a friendly round of Control that sadly ended in blloodbath. This young man rode in on black and gold Sparrow. He knew defeat was imminent for his young team. Seeing no other choice, he charges me, knowing it was futile. I stood there, my trusty Hawkmoon in hand, contemplating if I should kill him or not. A bullet to my chest made the choice easy for me. Two quick shots was all it took to take the poor soul down. I stood by his side as he took his last breath. He reaches out to me and places a glowing object in my hand. I look down to find it was a purple engram. I thank him for the gift. As soon as the battle was over, I made haste to Master Rahool. At this time, I believe the tales that have been told throughout the galaxy. I glared at him as I slowly handed the parting gift. I was surprised when Rahool came back with the most beautiful rocket launcher my eyes have ever lay upon. I bid him farewell and ran to the balcony where I stared at the Traveler and made a silent prayer to the fallen Guardian.
Praedyth's Revenge, the Sniper Rifle that shall pierce the heavens... or Oracles. Whatevs
It was a long hard fought battle as my fellow Guardians and I fought the Templar and his minions. One by one did the Vex fell. Oracles exploded left and right. Soon, the big bad himself, the Templar, show its ugly robotic mug. The team of Guardians and I huddle together as the Templar bombarded us. One of us step forth and brought the monster's shield down letting the rest of us finally make a dent on his armor. It was a long hard fought 7 minutes but the Templar came down with ease. I found this beauty deep within the trash heap that was its body. I claimed this weapon as my own.
Edit: I meant to give reasons to why I love them but instead I gave a short story as to how I got them.
Here's my three favorite weapons in the game and reasons why I love them so much.
First off, lets us start with my first exotic ever.
The Hawkmoon, Hand Cannon of the Gods
Story time:
I was just a wee little level 21 Titan, hopping about on a dangerous task set forth by Master Ikora. I was set on getting the reward she promised to give me if I complete her tasks, an exotic shotgun known as the Invective. As I completed most of her tasks, I had to spend what little glimmer I had on ammunition for a gun I couldn't yet use. Alas, I had enough for just 12 measly packs, not even close to the goal set forth by the cheapass Gunsmith and Master Ikora. I walked away, head low, heart shattered. Nothing could lift my spirits up. I was a walking corpse for the next several trips to the Moon and Mars. On a trip to Venus, I took a detour by visiting my good old friend in the Nexus. I was giving a warm welcome by my friend's many children. One of them gave me a purple engram as I headed to greet my old friend. Alas, my friend and I had a huge fallout. Things ended rather badly for him. Back in space, I chose to visit the devil known throughout the Milky Way as Rahool. I at the time did not believe the cruel words uttered by so many. I visited the old Master and handed him the gift I got from my old friend's son. I expected nothing out of it. I was rather gloomy at the time. And then it happened. It was as if the Gods themselves descended on to me. I wept as Master Rahool handed me a weapon meant for the hand of Gods. A light shone through the darkness I was in and its name was Hawkmoon.
Gjallarhorn, the Majestic Rocket Launcher
This beauty came from the corpse of a fellow Guardian during a friendly round of Control that sadly ended in blloodbath. This young man rode in on black and gold Sparrow. He knew defeat was imminent for his young team. Seeing no other choice, he charges me, knowing it was futile. I stood there, my trusty Hawkmoon in hand, contemplating if I should kill him or not. A bullet to my chest made the choice easy for me. Two quick shots was all it took to take the poor soul down. I stood by his side as he took his last breath. He reaches out to me and places a glowing object in my hand. I look down to find it was a purple engram. I thank him for the gift. As soon as the battle was over, I made haste to Master Rahool. At this time, I believe the tales that have been told throughout the galaxy. I glared at him as I slowly handed the parting gift. I was surprised when Rahool came back with the most beautiful rocket launcher my eyes have ever lay upon. I bid him farewell and ran to the balcony where I stared at the Traveler and made a silent prayer to the fallen Guardian.
Praedyth's Revenge, the Sniper Rifle that shall pierce the heavens... or Oracles. Whatevs
It was a long hard fought battle as my fellow Guardians and I fought the Templar and his minions. One by one did the Vex fell. Oracles exploded left and right. Soon, the big bad himself, the Templar, show its ugly robotic mug. The team of Guardians and I huddle together as the Templar bombarded us. One of us step forth and brought the monster's shield down letting the rest of us finally make a dent on his armor. It was a long hard fought 7 minutes but the Templar came down with ease. I found this beauty deep within the trash heap that was its body. I claimed this weapon as my own.
Edit: I meant to give reasons to why I love them but instead I gave a short story as to how I got them.
