Destiny 2: The game where wallet takes more hits than your Guardian in a Crucible match.

Destiny 2: The only game that makes you question if your bank account can survive the Light.

Destiny 2: where my Guardian has a fancier wardrobe than I do, and where my Guardian has a better fashion sense than my budget.

Destiny 2: Where you can defeat gods and aliens but still can't convince the Cryptarch to drop that elusive exotic.

Destiny 2: Where I spend more time contemplating dance emotes than I do deciding my career path.

Destiny 2: Where your wallet's Light level matters as much as your Guardian's.

Destiny 2: It's like a space opera, but instead of singing, your wallet is hitting high notes.

Destiny 2: Where the Light battles the Darkness, and my inventory battles the constant existential dread of a never-ending loot grind.

Destiny 2: Where you spend more time chasing loot than actual enemies, and the only thing legendary about your skills is how often you accidentally jump off the Tower.

In Destiny 2, the community is the real MVP, turning every grind into a dance party and every defeat into a meme.

Destiny 2: Where the only thing more legendary than my loot is the amount of time I spend waiting for my friends to join my fireteam. It's a lie, my friends don't play D2 :( . But it's always fun to play with others!!

Destiny 2: Where my Ghost has a better respawn plan than my backup alarm clock.

Destiny 2: Where the Light is brighter than my Guardian's future and the real endgame is trying to find the switch to turn it off for a good night's sleep.

Destiny 2 for new players: Welcome to the Tower – where even the NPCs are judging your choice of subclass.

Destiny 2: Where the only thing more broken than the Fallen Walker is the promise that your friends will revive you in the Crucible.

Destiny 2: Proof that space magic can't fix everything, especially your crippling inventory hoarding problem.

Destiny 2: New season, same grind, different flavor of disappointment.

So Guardians, remember, even in the face of galactic threats, always find time to laugh (or cry, whichever gets you through the next blueberry teammate's death).