To all fellow guardians, A day came approximately four seasons ago that changed the way we fight. The Vault of Glass revealed its spire, and we have been changed since. The oracles... We figured out their tune, and we silenced it. The gorgons were no match for our ghosts' revive abilities. We teleported willingly, as well as randomly, through Atheon's interdementional rifts. We dredged through the Hellmouth's thrall pits, crossed the bridge of max agility, and used a once fabled and great wolf pack to take down the son of a god. We mercilessly beat, imprisoned, and then mercilessly killed the leader of an entire fallen tribe (all the while listening to the side effects of prolonged use of sugar and cigarettes on the throat). Now some of us have even killed the father of the son that we killed to prevent the killing of innocents, but really we didn't care too much because we kill each other for fun in the name of Shaxxquill O'neil (that's my new name for him. Bug off). Guardians... All in all.. there is one class that is the bulwark of light that soars in from the height caps on maps. The one that makes or breaks all of the boss fights by misappropriating Blessing instead of Weapons. The class that admits to hiding from a large fight, just so they can thin out the blind (hose silly Saints). This is the class of fearless defenders. This is the person that caps intellect just so they can daisy-chain bubbles and revive weaker allies. Think not of this as a boast. Divided, we would fail. The bubble is home, but home is where the fireteam is. So I say this: [i]Thank you to the Striker that turns our ball into a disco-bloodbath, and the Sunbreaker that keeps sniping with hammer after hammer, like you're starting a new [u]Space Jam[/u] league. Thank be to the Hunters that dance blindly through my Saint-14 bubble, hoping to hit me even though I left. To the gunslinger that uses my bubble as a display of dominance, thus forgetting that he only had 1 round left in golden gun, a few shy of this space tank rodeo. Oh my... The shadowshots and weapons of light... We thank you for helping us take down Warpriest in 2 rotations, just so we don't have to scatter amongst left side. The warlocks, we thank you for allowing us to gamble with the 50/50 chance that my bubble may or may not stop your cosmic diddler-ball. We thank the Sunsingers for reviving when the darkness timer hits 0:01, just so we can bubble, heal, dust ourselves off, and try again. And finally thank you, Emperor Palpatine.[/i] [i]Without all of you, the laughs and accomplishment would never happen. It is what makes this class the most fun for me, and it is why I took the burdon of the name, [u]Defender Titan[/u].[/i] I have conquered all of our fears. Now I am prepared to conquer any questions or statements my brothers and sisters present.