rip gambit you will be missed 😔
Don't even know what to say tbh.
For those that don't know, the big State of the Game article came out detailing incoming changes and adjustments and all the big stuff. Gambit was mentioned! But at what cost. Basically, they are ceasing any kind of support for Gambit. What we have now is what it is. We will get the Dreaming City map back in TFS and they will add Shadow Legion and Lucent Hive as enemy factions in TFS. That's all.
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As many of you have noticed, we’ve been quiet on Gambit since last year’s overhaul that launched alongside The Witch Queen. In that revamp, the team made significant changes across five categories in Gambit: core activity fundamentals, Primeval tuning, invasions, ammo economy, and rewards. Unfortunately, these updates didn’t move the needle for player engagement. Although we know our Gambit fans mostly care about new or returning maps, this is an area of the game with lower engagement that would take resources away from more popular parts of the game to shore up.
While we don’t have plans to dedicate more resources to significantly transform Gambit, we do have a few updates planned for the year of The Final Shape. These include porting the Cathedral of Scars map and its beautiful Dreaming City setting into the latest version of Destiny 2, as well as adding the Shadow Legion and Lucent Hive enemy types.
I don't know how to tell you this Bungie, but the reason "engagement is low" in Gambit is because Gambit sucks. Ever since half of it was removed with DCV, it just sucked. It has no variety, the gameplay is largely busted, it's not sufficiently updated, ammo changes suck, invasion cycle sucks (why is the enemy even getting a portal when their Primeval is at 5% health and the other team is still in mote collecting phase is beyond me), there are no cool armour sets to chase (just look at Iron Banner and Trials stuff, imagine dedicated cosmetics) and finally there are simply no weapons that are worth anything. Both Vanguard and Crucible have more weapons and also adept versions. There is zero reason to go into Gambit without major changes to Gambit. And now with the further changes to how playlists and challenges will work, there will be even less reason to go into Gambit. Observe:
Before then, we’re making Gambit entirely optional to maximize your rewards unless you’re looking for a piece of gear that’s specific to the mode. Gambit will continue to serve as a source of Exotic engrams via weekly challenges, though as we mentioned above, you’ll be able to complete all your weekly challenges in any ritual you’d like starting in Season 22. If you want to stick to Vanguard or Crucible challenges without touching Gambit, now you can.
We’re also reducing the number of Gambit-specific Seasonal Challenges starting in Season 22, so players won’t need to bank motes to be able to earn that big purse of Bright Dust for completing nearly every challenge in the Season. Finally, we’re adding Fireteam Matchmaking to Gambit next Season, which will replace the Freelance node and should result in faster, better matchmaking by combining both Gambit playlists. We’ll keep an eye on reception and player engagement after these additions take place, and we hope you’ll visit ‘ol Drifter next Season to get your hands on his new Void Machine Gun.
Ngl, but I don't think anyone besides like a total of 6 people will play Gambit next season. The incentive to go in there is completely removed. You won't even have to go in there for pinnacles or for challenges. The Void Machine Gun will not be enough of an incentive because the chance of that gun being better than two recently available craftable Void Machine Guns (Commemoration and Retrofit Escapade) is very low. And besides, once you get it at the end of your first match, you can leave Gambit forever.
This is the feedback loop that just reinforces the idea that people don't like Gambit. And I mean. Who would at this point. I'm pretty sure that if Crucible had stayed the same as it was at the start of Beyond Light, engagement would be low there too. But you know. Crucible has received major updates pretty much every season since with multiple new modes, several Trials overhauls, Iron Banner overhaul, competitive overhaul, new armours and weapons added and YES, even new maps. God forbid even 5% of these resources went into Gambit.
Anyway, this is the whole section about Gambit in 6500 words. It's basically a "you guys aren't playing this so we're doing the bare minimum of keeping it in the game as is, no new work will be done on it ever." Thanks I guess.
And for the record, something I also added while having a rant in my discord, I want to make it clear that I don't want anyone to spiral into a Bungie hate train. Even for this. I understand perfectly well what's the community attitude towards Gambit and what it's been for years now. People just don't like it and they're not incentivised to like it and they're actively encouraged to hate it. Spending resources into a game mode on the hope that maybe you can change people's minds would be insanity. Like, the amount of change Gambit would need to MAYBE start appealing to gamers would be beyond any reasonable time and resources Bungie can put in. And if you could guarantee that people would love and play Gambit then, fine. But you can't. Most likely, even if major changes happened, people would still just do their weekly stuff and bail. It's simply not worth it. In order for people to like it, it needs to be completely and thoroughly overhauled in a way that would need more time and effort than the entire Light subclass overhaul and it's just not a reasonable expectation, nor is it guaranteed to work. So I get it.
I'm still disappointed and annoyed about it because I believe it wasn't given a fair chance at all. I also know how good it can be and how Gambit Prime could've been improved upon over the years if they tried. Instead, it got removed and that was honestly the death sentence for Gambit. It's unfortunate. It's my favourite game mode that could've been so much better was it given even a fraction of attention of Crucible.
I'll still be playing it. You will find me in the Gambit queue waiting for 2 hours to find 7 other lunatics to play with, don't worry about it. But I'm absolutely incredibly sad about them being basically forced to axe the potential of the whole game mode that is incredibly creative and fits with the type of game Destiny is perfectly.
There's other interesting stuff in the article and some upcoming really cool improvements and changes to the game. But if you're a fan of Gambit in any capacity, this is a death certificate for the mode. I suggest coming to terms with it quickly because Bungie changing their minds about this is highly unlikely.
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“I like watching him get tangled up in his own web of self-pity, raising a superiority complex AND an inferiority complex at the same time.”
THAT NIGGA HAS BPD!!,! 🫵
ohSHIT... I didn't REALIZE
Oh noooo is that why I like him so much? Did I read BPD into Nightheart and attach myself like a limpet?? Oh god it makes sense now OTL
I was even planning for him to eventually find out he has a LOT in common with Squilf who I already decided has BPD in BB because I love her so much, is that what I was picking up on subconsciously?
AND BRAMBLESTAR IS A MUTUAL ABUSER OUGHHH... she probably recognizes him using the same tactics on Nightheart that used to work on her! Oh god oh fuck!
LISTEN; I don't rewrite arcs until they're done, so, don't take any of this as canon to BB yet, but... maybe a change I should really anticipate is changing HOW Bramblestar steps down.
I think it would work well with the themes of BB for it to not be his choice, but a... "gentle rebellion." Squirrelflight, Sparkpelt, all of the Firekin, Twigbranch, everyone who has been harmed by Bramblestar confronting him as a group and telling him what's going to happen next.
"You're going to step down. You won't be talking to Nightheart anymore. Enough is enough, Bramblestar."
"So this is how it ends?? This is how you treat me? ...this is what you've felt, all along? I've given EVERYTHING to this Clan, since--"
Just starts ranting, his voice rising in volume, lurches up out of his nest and tries to tower over everyone to make them cower.
They don't budge.
Sparkpelt is eye-level with him, just as big as her father. When he catches her gaze, he doesn't see his daughter's eyes. He sees Jessy, just before she left.
And she sees a child throwing a tantrum.
"Enough is enough."
He does not take the lesson she meant from this. He just hears his traitor of a deputy, his witch of an ex-mate, with her words in his daughter's mouth. He doesn't regret the real reasons; he regrets allowing Squirrelflight to mentor his kit.
And he claps that anger onto Squilf; "StarClan will be the judge of you."
A year ago, she would have been terrified of that. But God is hard to fear when you've been plucked from the heavens and seen his angels die.
"Ok. Anyway,"
then she delves into some boring legal stuff like how he won't sleep with the other elders, the logistics of making this official, going to the Moonpool with a witness, etc etc etc
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OR " you're definitely over-dressed for what i had in mind tonight... " + Rooney x Yorinobu 👀
Thanks for sending this one! I had a little fun with this one; I wanted to write something kind of silly and playful.
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Summary: Rooney and Yorinobu have a free night for once. Things don't go as planned.
Words: 1,150 words.
Content Warnings: Goofy Flirting, (I love these two, but I cannot never write them as not goofily flirting with each other), Foreplay, Humping, Making out, Interruptions, and a reference to masturbation at the end. I think that should be everything.
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You should come over, Rooney texts, I have the night off. How can Yorinobu refuse? Rooney’s work as a private investigator in Night City leaves them with little free time. (Too many times he has watched them drag themself into bed at all hours of day or night only to leave a few hours later.)
As the metal scissor elevator gate doors open to Rooney’s Glenn loft with a grating sound, Rooney looks over their shoulder from the brown leather couch, smiling as he steps in. They rise, placing their phone on the coffee table, approaching Yorinobu as he hangs his coat up. Rooney reaches him, cupping his face tenderly. Softly, they press their lips against his, a way of welcoming him as his hands come to rest on their hips. “Glad you were able to get out early for the afternoon.”
“I am the boss…”
“Must be one of those perks.”
“It is,” Yorinobu kisses them again, Rooney happily humming into the kiss, sending a tingle up his spine, “You are home early.”
“I’m waiting for a lead to follow up with me,” Rooney’s hands come down to his chest, “I thought we could spend some quality time together while I’m waiting. Maybe, have a date night…”
A date sounds wonderful. Yorinobu and Rooney have not gone on a date in a while, and he knows of a few places he would love to take Rooney. (He also wants to show them off, but Rooney’s enjoyment is a bigger factor.) “We should go out for dinner. Do you have anything in mind?”
“I was thinking we could have a quiet night in. Just you and I,” They purr, a sultry look in their ocean-blue eyes. He shivers in eager anticipation at their next move.
“Oh? What do you have in mind?” Yorinobu asks playfully.
“Well,” Rooney smirks, looking him up and down with agonizing slowness, “You’re definitely over-dressed for what I had in mind tonight.”
“Am I now?” Yorinobu takes the chance to look them over. “You seem overdressed as well…”
“I hoped we could both help each other,” They jest, “I know I’ll need your help.”
“Tease.” Yorinobu kisses them roughly, Rooney tasting like peppermint and honey. Their hands grip the silk fabric of his vest tightly, and excitement rises in his chest. It is going to be one of those nights. A night where neither can keep their hands off each other for very long. When he pulls away, Yorinobu asks, “Shall I help you?”
Rooney nods, eyes wide with desire as they pull away from him. They smile adoringly at him as they beckon him to follow them to the sectional couch with their finger. Yorinobu complies, reaching for Rooney as the pair reach the sectional. Deftly, they slip out of his grasp with a playful wink. They gently push him down onto the couch. Yorinobu moves back until he hits the corner, making himself comfortable. Rooney straddles him, leaning down to kiss Yorinobu as his fingers slide under the edges of their black turtleneck, ghosting over their skin. When they pull away, Yorinobu helps Rooney out of their turtleneck, leaving them in nothing but a basic black bra as he tosses the turtleneck aside. Their bra is quick to join their turtleneck. What a view, Yorinobu thinks, as his eyes roam over their skin decorated with freckles and scars. Yorinobu has planted so many kisses on Rooney’s freckles and scars, and he looks forward to it every time.
Hearing the pop of one of the buttons on his vest, Yorinobu tears his gaze away to find Rooney’s fingers deftly undoing his vest. As they finish, he starts on his shirt, too impatient for Rooney. They raise a red eyebrow. “I thought I was supposed to be helping you.”
“Too excited,” He replies, allowing Rooney to help him out of his shirt and vest. Rooney slowly drags their hands down his chest, their touch playful and arousing. They are going to drive him mad. Yorinobu’s hands find their hips, seating Rooney firmly in his lap, grunting as he rolls his hips.
Yorinobu must have hit the right spot, Rooney letting out a needy moan with a shudder. His fingers dig into their leather pants, keeping them seated. They wrap their arms around his neck, Yorinobu thrusting again as Rooney whines. Rooney keeps whining, their hips moving in tandem with his. He groans, a guttural sound as hunger courses through him. Yorinobu’s cock throbs, growing harder as Rooney rides him, the friction from their hips overstimulating him. Rooney’s head is titled back, eyes filled with lust as a breathy moan escapes them. Yorinobu cannot wait until he is thrusting into them, Rooney crying his name from pleasure as he gets to watch them. At the image, he thrusts harder, a sharp mewl escaping from their lips. “Yori-Yori…please-,” Rooney begs, face flushed.
“Use your words,” He rasps.
“I-I need you to fuck me,” Rooney is frantic, desperate even, “please.”
“That’s my Roo-.” A ringtone cuts him off, Rooney’s eyes widening in shock.
“Fuck,” Rooney swears, annoyed, “Hold on for a minute.” He lets go of them as Rooney leans over, grabbing their cell phone off the table. Please don’t let this be urgent. Please let Rooney be able to save this for some other time. “Hey, is this urg-.” The person on the other end cuts them off, Rooney closing their eyes tightly and pinching the bridge of their nose. “Okay,” They respond, disappointment coloring their voice, “I’ll head there now.” Rooney hangs up, looking at him apologetically. “Yori, I’m so sorry, I-.”
“Have to go,” He finishes for them, frustrated and disappointed, “I understand.” He really does, but Yorinobu was looking forward to this, to having Rooney all to himself.
“I really am sorry,” they say, getting up and placing their phone on the table. Rooney grabs their bra from the floor and puts it back on, “I thought we were going to have more time.”
Yorinobu shakes his head. “You do not have to apologize.”
Rooney looks guilty as they pull on their turtleneck. “I really was looking forward to this. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“You do not have to-.”
“Yori,” they cut him off, their tone firm, “I wanted you to fuck me until I couldn’t walk tonight. I promise I am going to make this up to you.”
He smirks, knowing how Rooney always keeps their promises, especially with something like this. “I look forward to it.”
“Good. Make yourself comfortable. I’m hoping I won’t be long,” Rooney kisses him goodbye, sealing their promise to him. They leave him, slipping on their coat and shoes before stepping into the elevator. The scissor door closes, and Rooney winks, before disappearing and leaving him alone in their apartment. Until they come back, tonight is going to be between Yorinobu and his hand.
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