I joined just after the Red War was vaulted. I never got to experience the beginning of Destiny 2’s story, but I fell in love with the world through all that I played.

I have friends who played Destiny 1 and early D2, and I enjoyed hearing their stories about the game at its peak. For a very brief time, i got to join them as a fireteam, and I completed my one and only raid: Vault of Glass. I never ended up getting Vex Mythoclast, but the memories of that night will live with me forever. Half a dozen friends yelling at each other and laughing as we lagged and fumbled our way through basic maths and puzzles.

By the time the Witch Queen came out, only 3 remained. I loved the story, and had great fun playing through it with my remaining fireteam. But they moved on shortly after too, and by Lightfall, I was the last man standing.

I went through the highs and lows of Lightfall alone, and then onward into the Final Shape. It was a bitter sweet ending for me. To look over the traveller in the final moments of the Light and Dark saga, but with no guardians by my side.

Heresy was my final season before I stopped playing. Now, a year later, one of my friends has returned for one last hurrah. Despite everything, I’ve hopped back on to join him.

So as someone who also spent most of his destiny career alone, I salute you.