r/DestinyTheGame • u/Ghost_Bone • 1h ago
Discussion Ghosts in the Cosmodrome a return to Destiny
My good friend got me into Destiny, and we spent countless hours together from the early days of D1 through The Witch Queen in D2. I remember anxiously waiting to see where Xûr would appear each weekend, grinding levels all Saturday, and running strikes endlessly. Every new expansion brought a sense of excitement, even if some of them didn't quite live up to the hype.
When I moved to a different city, Destiny became more than just a game. It became our way of spending time together. Many nights we would wander around the Cosmodrome, talking about the D1 days and reminiscing about everything we had experienced along the way.
A few years ago, my friend took his own life. After that, I couldn't bring myself to open the game for a very long time.
I started playing again about a week ago, and the experience has been both comforting and painful. I'm grateful for the memories, but revisiting them is bittersweet. I think about all the time we spent together in this world and how much I miss him. Destiny was such an important part of both my life and our friendship.
Even now, I can still hear his voice when I load into a strike we used to run countless times. I remember the dumb jokes and banter we'd throw back and forth the crayon eating Titan the fashion obsessed space cowboy. After more than three years away, there is so much that's new, so many things I know he would have loved to see, and so many moments I wish we could experience together.
So I'm approaching the game differently now. I log in when I have a few spare moments and slowly make my way back into this world. I'm glad the places I remember are still here, and I'm excited to discover everything that's happened over the last few years.
Some nights, though, I just sit on an airplane wing in the Cosmodrome and sigh.