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The online home for the Lollygagging Tryhards! We are the last line of defense against the terrors that stalk our galaxy and now, our Solar System. So there! We are also the last line of defense against those that would spoil and complicate Destiny for we who seek to have fun with like-minded individuals while completing the game in all it's intricate and challenging glory. We play in a relaxed manner with focused objectives, but we all understand it's just a game. Some of us are parents, all of us have family and we are all understanding of each other and respect the places from which we come to Destiny. - Quiznatodd B, Founder
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Bring Zima - HyperOrange13
The Menu is your friend - JCKellner
The Answer is more Tire Iron - mjm6739
Zima, scones, raisins, Fireforks, muchachos/mechanos, Sangria/Sagira and velvet Star Trek captains... pretty much in that order... and yet the herd thins...
Warmind Upgrade and a Haircut.. two bits.. #MAKEDESTINYGREATAGAIN
UPDATE - This Space [season] Intentionally Left Blank He went to Io, looking for answers to questions that bothered him so. He was impressive, young and aggressive.. savin' the world on his own. But the warm Vex breezes, the Fireteam’s whining and cheeses put his ambition at bay. His research and hypotheses shattered like splinters and forty five years slipped away. Then he went to England, played the piano and married an actress named Kim. They had a fine life, she was a good wife and bore him young son named Jim... and all of the answers and all the questions He locked in his attic one day
'cause he liked the quiet clean country livin' and Twenty more years slipped away. Well, the Red War took his baby, Cabal killed his lady and the Vex left him with only one arm. His body was battered, his whole world was shattered and all he could do was just cry. While the tears were falling and he was recalling answers he'd never found... so he hopped on a freighter, skidded the void and left Earth without a sound. Now he lives back on Io, searches the pilings and drinks his green label each day. Writing his Research Papers, losin' his hearin'.. But he don't care what most people say. Through eighty hundred years of perpetual motion, if he likes you he'll smile, and he'll say,
"Assistant, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic, but I had a good life all of the way."
And he went to Io, lookin' for answers to questions that bothered him so…
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