Let me be clear, I’m not dying, least I don’t think I am. But if you’ll sit and take a minute to read this, I would like to tell you a story. A long time ago, a young Smiffy93 eagerly preordered what looked like the most revolutionary new game around. I was so excited to play Destiny, that I think I skipped work to play it at launch. I was around 20 years old, still living in my parents house. Instantly I was hooked, I would spend hours every day roaming the Cosmodrome, Grinding quests, and battling the same enemies day in and day out, week in and week out, always hoping for those exciting drops, the exotics, the god rolls, etc. Not long after that one of my best friends from high school, Randy, whom I had not been in contact with since we graduated invited me out for dinner with he and his fiancée. We had the typical humdrum conversations about what we’ve been doing since high school and how school was going, but then the conversation turned to video games. I mention I’ve been play...