My relationship with Destiny is complicated. On one hand, it would only take a subtle prodding to get me to unleash a violent torrent of criticisms and resentment towards a game that was so obviously a shell of its true potential. On the other hand, I had sunk more time into it than I would ever care to admit in front of polite company. And so, Destiny made me a walking hypocrite. I was the slimy politician condemning it in public before slinking back to my basement to indulge in Destiny until fingers of pink light scratched the horizon and I realized what time it was.
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