Okay, so check it, today I’m gonna spill the beans on some time I totally wasted screwing around with Destiny. Yeah, Destiny, the game. Don’t judge, we all got our vices.
It all started innocently enough. A buddy of mine, let’s call him…Gary, Gary was all hyped up about this new expansion. He kept saying, “Dude, the loot is insane! The story is epic! You gotta get back on!” And me, being the sucker that I am, I caved.
First thing I did was reinstall the whole damn thing. You know how that goes, hours of waiting for downloads and updates. Already feeling like I was losing, but I pressed on. After what felt like an eternity, the game finally launched. Sweet!
Logged in, and bam! Overwhelmed. I had no clue what was going on. New currencies, new vendors, a whole new map to explore. I was basically a newborn deer trying to walk for the first time. Gary was no help either, just shouting instructions while I was getting blasted by aliens. Thanks, Gary.
So, I spent the next few days grinding. Public events, strikes, you name it. Trying to level up, get better gear, understand the new meta. It was repetitive, mind-numbing, but hey, gotta keep up with Gary, right? Wrong.
The Real Waste Begins
Here’s where it got bad. I started chasing this one particular weapon. It was a hand cannon, the “Palindrome,” apparently it’s god-tier in PvP. And getting it was a total pain in the butt. I had to farm Nightfall strikes, which meant running the same mission over and over and over.
And the drop rate? Forget about it. I swear, I ran that strike like fifty times. Fifty! Each run took about 20 minutes, so do the math. That’s like, what, over 16 hours of my life dedicated to getting a virtual gun? I could have learned a new language in that time!
- First, I check what Nightfall it was for the week.
- Then, I assembled the fireteam (usually Gary was there).
- Next, we launched the Nightfall, hoping for good modifiers.
- Then, we battled through the strike, trying not to wipe.
- After that, we defeated the boss, praying for the drop.
- Finally, disappointment, repeat.
And the worst part? I never got it. Not once. All that time, all that effort, for nothing. I ended up with a bunch of other decent weapons, sure, but not the Palindrome. The one I actually wanted.
The Revelation
One night, after another fruitless Nightfall run, I just sat there, staring at the screen. I realized how much time I’d wasted on this stupid game. Time I could have spent with my family, working on my projects, or just doing something, anything, more productive.
So, I did the only sensible thing. I uninstalled Destiny.
The Aftermath
Look, I’m not saying Destiny is a bad game. It can be fun, especially with friends. But for me, it became an obsession, a time sink that sucked me in and spit me out. I learned a valuable lesson: don’t let virtual loot dictate your life.
And Gary? He still plays. He actually got the Palindrome, like, on his first try. I’m happy for him, I guess. But I’m also happy to be free.
So, that’s my story. My tale of wasted time on Destiny. Hopefully, you can learn from my mistakes and avoid the same pitfalls. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go do something worthwhile. Like, maybe clean the garage. Okay, maybe not. But definitely something other than Destiny.
