So, I found myself firing up Destiny 2 again the other day. Felt like a long time coming, you know? Like visiting an old haunt.
First thing, booting it up took a minute. Updates, always updates. Then I was staring at my character selection screen. Looked at my old Titan, felt a bit strange. Been a while since I strapped on that virtual armor.
I logged in, landed straight in the Tower. Place looked… busier? Different banners, new faces, familiar vendors standing in slightly different spots maybe? Or maybe I was just remembering it wrong. Spent a good chunk of time just walking around, getting my bearings again. Felt like finding my legs after a long sleep.
Then came the inventory check. Man, my vault was a mess. Full of old gear, sunset stuff I couldn’t even use properly anymore. Had to spend some real time cleaning house. Deleted a bunch of blues, dismantled old legendaries I knew weren’t coming back. It was like spring cleaning, but with space guns.
Getting Back into the Swing
After sorting out my loadout – picked some trusty auto rifle and a shotgun I remembered liking – I decided to just jump into something simple. Didn’t want to tackle anything too crazy right off the bat.
- Went to the Cosmodrome first. Felt right, going back to where it all started, kinda.
- Shot some Fallen, did a couple of public events. Controls felt clunky at first, muscle memory wasn’t quite there.
- Ran a few Vanguard strikes from the playlist. That felt more familiar. Teaming up with randoms, blasting through bosses. Some new strikes I didn’t recognize, which was cool, but also a bit confusing.
It wasn’t about grinding for the best gear right away. It was more about just… playing. Feeling the game again. The sound design, the gunplay – still pretty solid, gotta admit. There’s a certain rhythm to Destiny 2’s combat loop that pulled me back in pretty quickly.
Of course, there’s a ton of new stuff. Seasonal stories, crafting systems, weird currencies I don’t understand yet. Felt a bit overwhelming, like showing up late to a party and trying to catch up on all the inside jokes. But, instead of trying to learn everything at once, I just focused on shooting aliens and enjoying the atmosphere.
It felt good, honestly. Like slipping back into a comfortable pair of old boots. Rough around the edges, maybe a bit worn, but familiar. This whole “prodigal return” thing, guess I’m living it. We’ll see how long it lasts this time, but for now, it’s nice to be back in the fight.
