Last week, I had the urge to go back to Destiny 2. Once a staple of my gaming diet, my legendary Warlock has sat, unbothered, in his little ship in orbit around the Tower for over two years, now. I didn’t even go back for the assumedly spectacular ending, and the final expansion to the ‘Light & Dark saga’, in the form of The Final Shape. I just didn’t care. Lightfall had put a pin in the game for me, nearly 10 years after my initial flirtation with my ‘forever game’ in Destiny 1’s mind-blowing alpha.
