redbaron788 said:
Sheeeeeiit, you won't yell at us. You'll just mute yourself first so we don't hear it
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Last year, we talked about our efforts to give you more control over how you purchase Eververse items. We released the Prismatic Matrix as an experiment to partially address this, but we believe we can do even better.
For Season of the Drifter, we want to try something new. We will be removing the Prismatic Matrix. Instead, every week, there will be unique bundles available that can be directly purchased for Silver, allowing you to directly buy exactly the items you want. All unique bundles will also contain an exclusive vanity item available only through that weekly bundle.
If you currently have any Prismatic facets, you can still use them up until March 5. After the beginning of the new season, they will turn into Expired Prismatic Facets that will dismantle into 150 Bright Dust. The Bright Dust Storefront will also continue to offer a direct path to acquiring items found within Bright Engrams.
As always, we will continue to monitor feedback and work to improve the Eververse experience each season. And when we are ready to try something new, we will share those plans directly with you.
But, can you blame them? Bungie split from Activision, which we all hope betters the game (and future games) in the long run, but, they're going forward without the resources Activision provided. Have to bring in revenue somehow.Beezy2389 said:Quote:
Last year, we talked about our efforts to give you more control over how you purchase Eververse items. We released the Prismatic Matrix as an experiment to partially address this, but we believe we can do even better.
For Season of the Drifter, we want to try something new. We will be removing the Prismatic Matrix. Instead, every week, there will be unique bundles available that can be directly purchased for Silver, allowing you to directly buy exactly the items you want. All unique bundles will also contain an exclusive vanity item available only through that weekly bundle.
If you currently have any Prismatic facets, you can still use them up until March 5. After the beginning of the new season, they will turn into Expired Prismatic Facets that will dismantle into 150 Bright Dust. The Bright Dust Storefront will also continue to offer a direct path to acquiring items found within Bright Engrams.
As always, we will continue to monitor feedback and work to improve the Eververse experience each season. And when we are ready to try something new, we will share those plans directly with you.
Hate this.
Beezy2389 said:
Gambit Prime
-if you have more than two blockers on your bank you will start losing motes, why sentry is indeed an important role
-pinnacle collector perk lets you take 20 motes and summon an even bigger blocker
-pinnacle invader perk makes you a blocker, you'll lock the bank when invading and drain motes if you go near it
The Reckoning
-reckoning will work like a 4 player, matchmade public event. once you're in, you're in till you decide to leave
-matchmaking will fill in gaps if people leave
-timers in the reckoning have different functions, "some count up", "some you'll get time back"
Invitations of the Nine
-nine weeks, long term story telling
-will NOT be a system in place if you miss a week, think Queen's Court
-bounties are directly tied to Xur
Allegiance Quest
-your choice will follow your character throughout the season
-"Allegiance quest is relatively straight-foward, and then what happens after that is...well I don't wanna give too much away."
Misc.
-Iron Banner will allow players to buff themselves by a certain power, or DECREASE their power (currently 100)
-"Iron Burden" will give a "higher cadence" of rewards and maybe some cosmetics
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The more petals Lionel swept into his garbage bag, the more there seemed to be. His back, slightly crooked with age, burned in protest as he continued to stoop and work.
A man in a long coat stood watching him on the opposite side of the long hallway. Lionel figured he'd go away eventually, but the man stayed, idly flipping a green coin.
"Can I help you?" Lionel asked, growing annoyed.
"They make elders do this? Can't the maintenance frames handle it?"
"Speeds things up. The petals get everywhere from the whatever the kids call it."
"Crimson Days."
"That's the one."
"Come on! No one's too old to celebrate Crimson Days."
"My wife died the day the Tower fell."
The man stared at the ceiling. Lionel continued to sweep.
"I got nothing to do today," the man said. "Let me take care of this for you."
"No, thanks."
Lionel dumped another dustpan full of petals into his bag, then turned and walked right into the man's outstretched hand: palm up, full of glowing, sapphire cubes.
"Lotta Glimmer," Lionel said, eyeing the money and the man in turn.
"Yours. Let me finish this job for you."
"You a Guardian?"
"It's complicated."
Lionel stared down at the pure material potential sitting in the man's hand.
"I'll take your vest and hat, too," said the man. "Please."
**
The man took off his coat and put on Lionel's orange vest. He put on Lionel's hat and pulled it low, covering his eyes. As he walked, he passed a frame diligently sweeping the connecting antechamber, and paused to point back toward the petal-strewn hallway he'd just come from. "You missed a spot," he said. The frame stared at him, then at the hallway. It marched towards its new objective.
The man continued his walk.
**
Warlock Aunor Mahal brushed past a maintenance worker in an orange vest emptying a trash can into a large plastic bag. The door to the Consensus closed heavily behind her.
The Vanguard and representatives from various City factions had gathered around a massive table. Cayde's seat was empty.
"The Drifter poses no immediate threat to the population," Zavala was saying to the Consensus as Aunor approached. "Therefore, we motion to grant him a more permanent lease"
"My Order disagrees," she cut in fiercely.
Zavala turned. With a slight incline of his head, he gestured from her to the rest of the group, "This is Warlock Aunor, representing the Praxic Order."
"I have paperwork to file, so I'll make this short," she said. "If the Vanguard is willing, the Praxic Order would like to excise the Drifter from the City. Immediately. We'll do it ourselves."
Zavala turned to look at her. "The Praxic opinion is noted. But the City welcomes all Guardians"
"He's no Guardian."
"The City welcomes all of humanity who are willing to stand in defense of the City."
"Commander, with due respect, you asked the Order to have a voice in this discussion." She looked Zavala in the eye, and swept her gaze around the table to address the Consensus and Ikora. "The Praxic Order has existed since the founding of the City to keep artifacts of the Darkness out of Guardian hands. In our opinion, the Drifter represents as great a threat to our people as Ghaul or the Taken King."
"Go on, girl," Executor Hideo said, steepling his fingers.
"She is no 'girl,'" Ikora hissed.
Aunor ignored them both, continuing, "The Drifter has convinced the Guardian population to use the Taken as a weapon. To murder Guardians."
"There have been no final deaths," said Zavala.
"That we know of," Aunor replied. "You're allowing that man to normalize interaction with the Taken."
Ikora and Zavala shared a look.
"The past few months, the Praxic Order has seen a historic number of Guardians go rogue."
"'Rogue,' 'rogue,' what is 'rogue,'" Arach Jalaal said. "Everyone is a rogue now. It is fashionable to be a rogue."
"You'll see it in my report," Aunor said. "Some have adopted the name 'Dredgen.' You want my professional opinion? Ideas are powerful things, and the Drifter has too many. Board that travesty he calls a ship and throw him out an airlock, before the City sees another Dark Age."
The Vanguard and the Consensus looked at her in silence.
"I have paperwork to file," she said again, turning around. "You know where my office is." As she left, she saw that same maintenance worker had fallen asleep in the entrance way, hat over his eyes, leaning against a trash can. She narrowed her eyes.
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Drifter scowled at a notch on his glaive as he buffed the blade with a heavy cloth. A large attach case rested heavily at his feet.
He and Joxer were back aboard the Derelict. The Titan held his head in his hands. His glowing armor suffused the room with a blood-red warmth.
"Cheer up, brother," Drifter said. "That didn't go too bad."
"Three Guardians are dead," Joxer replied, looking up to stare straight at the rogue Lightbearer.
"That's right," Drifter quipped, continuing to clean his weapon. "In the dirt. Never comin' back. Their Ghosts got sloppy. You give Taken the chance and they'll snuff out your Light. The fact that you're alive means your Ghost knows what he's doin'."
"You said this was a test run."
"Where do you think you are? The Crucible? Gambit Prime is for keeps, test or no."
"You son of a"
"Leave the name-calling to me, hotshot. Let's wrap up this debrief and get you paid."
"You could've helped them."
Drifter stood, slamming the butt of his freshly polished glaive on the attach case at his feet.
"You got yourself out," he said, leaning on the weapon. "You didn't need help."
"You could've stopped those Taken. You could've saved them all."
"I paid you to try on that armor. How's it treating you?"
Joxer was silent. "It worked exactly like you said it would," he finally responded. "I invaded the other side. The armor locked the Bank down, and I took their Motes right out of it, like they were mine." He looked down at the deck. "We wiped them out."
"Yes. Yes, you did," Drifter said, nodding along fiercely with each detail.
"You're giving everyone a set of these?"
"If they can build it themselves. I'll gladly provide the engram prints." He half-smiled. "Your fireteammay they rest in peacethey help you out?"
Joxer took his helmet off, rubbed his eyes. "We didn't use names, just like you told us. The the Warlock watched our Bank."
"Like a one-man private security company," Drifter nodded.
"He always seemed to know where the other Invader was."
"A Sentry worth their salt always does."
"And the Hunter. She was a beast. Tore those Cabal up like they were made of paper."
"Your team's Reaper," Drifter clarified. "She's like you, a born killer. But specializing in the enemies of humanity. Your Collector's best friend."
"Yeah, the Collector, one squirrely Titan. Hid a lot, grabbed a bunch of Motes."
Drifter snickered. "You thought he was useless, didn't ya?"
Joxer sighed. "'Til he dropped the meanest Taken I've ever seen on the enemy side."
"Brother, if you manage to summon a giant blocker?" Drifter shook his head, grinning. "That thing's gotta eat."
"We had them. We gutted the opposing team. It's just" The Titan stopped speaking. He didn't lift his head, still staring at the deck.
"The Primeval," Drifter said, with a touch of pride?
"That Primeval took us apart."
Drifter shrugged. "You found one that matched your strength. Lesson learned. Make sure your Ghost stays on his toes."
"They're all dead," Joxer said again.
"Yeah, in a town full of immortals," Drifter said. "Who'da thought? Their cut goes to you. And a little extra to keep, you know, the details outta sight from the Vanguard."
The rogue Lightbearer kicked the attach case across the deck. Joxer picked it up without opening it.
"More where that came from, if you want the work," Drifter said, leaning on his glaive again.
"You're on your own." Joxer stood and walked past the Drifter. He left the chamber, massive case in tow.
"You can keep the armor," Drifter called after him, not bothering to turn around.
As the Titan's footsteps echoed down the hall towards the Derelict's hangar, a Ghost emerged from a dark alcove.
"How much data did you pick up?" Drifter asked.
The Ghost's eye glowed a dark red as it projected patterns across the metal deck: scrolling streams of statistics and figures for each candidate in their roles. Three Ghost-feeds hung in the air, playing on loop. Each one restarted as the same massive Taken came into focus.
Drifter took it all in, his eyes reflecting the blood-red of his Ghost's Light. His smile was all teeth.