Maracucked hard - a Destiny of loneliness
While I was going through my divorce, the only thing I still had that made me truly happy was logging onto Destiny 2 to play the first phase of a raid - I usually had about 2 hours after my drive thru shift before my wife’s new boyfriend knocked on the door with the five minute lights out warning and then turned off the WiFi - he thought he was helping me out, nice guy but he just didn’t get it; really good with our dogchildren though. Trisha locks me out every night but Dave lets me back in.
When I found out that Destiny 2 was being sunset for an extraction shooter my legs shook - I’m the kind of person who struggles with learning, and have found it hard to develop any actual skills since the accident when I was a child - this is why I liked Destiny 2 so much, I found the noises and colours so soothing. Bungie killed that magical experience for a game that forces you to fucking think - I can’t fucking do that! I have a certificate that states I’m not allowed to think eugh nggnn eugh ngnnn
Anyway I check the charts every evening and cheer - Dave comes in and reminds me about my curfew, I always say sorry but I spend a few minutes giggling to myself at a screenshot of the steam chart under the covers of my lightning McQueen race car bed. One of these days the player count is gonna drop to three digits - on that day I’ll treat myself to a Big Mac from the kitchen on my lunch, Marco is the best grill chef so if I explain the situation he’ll help me out on the big day.
I have nothing right now, but things are really starting to look up. This community has made me feel so welcome and at home, thanks so much to all of you for making me realise that I’m not alone.