I was tired of my sidearm, we'd been killing too long,
Like a worn-out recording, of a favorite song.
So while it lay in it's holster, I read the Armsday in bed,
And in the firearms column, there was this letter I read.
"If you like heavy caliber rounds, and making it rain,
If you're not into Warlocks, if you have half a brain.
If you like killing stuff at midnight, in the dunes of Delphi
I've got the gun that you've looked for, write to me, and win big."
I didn't think about my sidearm, I know that sounds kind of mean.
But me and my old sidearm, had fallen into the same Crucible routine.
So I wrote to Gunsmith, took out a personal ad.
And though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half bad.
"Yes, I like Heavy caliber rounds, and making it rain.
I'm not much into Warlocks, I'm a Hunter you see.
I've got time to buy tomorrow noon, before my next biggest game,
At a map called Last Exit, where I'll go and win big."
So I went to him with high hopes, then I saw the sidearm.
I knew the grip in an instant, I knew the roll like a friend.
It was like my old sidearm, and he said "Just reminding you."
And we laughed for a moment, and I said, "I never knew"
"That you liked heavy caliber rounds, and watching us make it rain.
And the deaths of the Warlocks, and the taste of glory.
If you like killing stuff at midnight, in the dunes of Delphi,
This is the gun that I've been looking for, you can have my money."
"If you like Heavy caliber rounds, and making it rain,
If you're not into Warlocks, if you have half a brain.
If you like killing stuff at midnight, in the dunes of Delphi.
This is the gun that I've looked for, I gave him my money."
I was feeling sentimental about my Ironwreath-D. I loved my gun, and the roll I got on it. I got in in year 2 IB, not a bounty or an engram... and I dismantled it by accident today after an IB match. I miss it. Remember kids; always lock your favorite gear. Thankfully, Arcite had the grace to gift me with a new Ironwreath with almost the exact same roll. I can honestly say, it was like bringing a pet rock back from the dead.
