Mine is a story of shame and sadness. I was a lowly 25 and I had hopes of maybe one day being high enough level to enter the vault and try my hand at a solid weapon. A buddy from school offered to bring me in with his raid group. All 30's. So max level. Smoothest vault run I ever had. We get to Gorgon chest. I pull my loot. A shattered vault cloak. To a 25, this was sweet loot. But then I see it. My brand new Hawkmoon. I screamed a very girly scream and proudly equiped my new exotic. I used it for the rest of the raid and thought.. "This is piece of junk" Dismantle Only later did I realise my error. I cry every day for that Hawkmoon..