He came, I came, we came. No ♥♥♥♥ but we came!

"Hey, Guardian, Exile, Tenno, and Miner,

Crafting lately, but one thing unmined or forged: courage to say this.

In a world of infinite dimensions, you're my constant. The loot drop I never knew I needed, rarer than any drop.

Like an Exotic, you've captivated me. More precious than any Warframe Prime, powerful than any Destiny 2 weapon.

I'd fight Enderman for you. Traverse the Plains of Eidolon for your smile.

You're my Minecraft diamond, Path of Exile gem, Warframe prime.

My confession: enchanted by you, like a rare enchantment book. Will you adventure with me?

Because in this universe and others, you're the one I want. Forever."

📁Program Files (x86)
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⠀⠀⠀⠀└📁Destiny2
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└📁Social skills
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└⚠️This folder is empty
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└📁 Touch grass
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└⚠️This folder is empty

Ever since I crafted my version 3 Ikelos smg my personal life has improved dramatically. Its iconic 750 rpm sounds is music to my ears. The gun feels amazing and especially when I reload after a kill and shoot something it just annihilates everything in front of me with voltshot. It makes the D1 alpha vets and their timelost Fatebringer drop their jaws in awe at the utter destruction this thing can unleash. It makes the Tarrabah abusers run away in fear for their lives because this thing melts them from even further when I have killing wind on. All in all a very solid gun that would highly recommend crafting. 100% worth selling your soul to Luke Smith by shooting mobs in front of a loot cave for 2 hours to get this thing to where it needs to be.

Ever since I got my god roll Timelost Fatebringer, my personal life has improved dramatically. There is no shortage of friends that want to be around me while this thing is in my hand. My messages are busier than my original AOL email inbox that got sold to a million data marketers. Plus, with every shot and its subsequent flashy explosion, throngs of blueberries and D1 vets flock to my position, to the point of having to cover my face with Rahool’s hoodie while he escorts me to my sparrow.

no babe dont leave me i lob u UwU
u are my mayo to my burgir
u are my sauce to my noodles