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What if i just posted all 26 of the Lancer mech memes I've made so far all at once

So I made a few of my own in tribute

The Black Monarch’s Ghost - Created by Ben Turner

Here is the original box cover, for nostalgia’s sake.

imagine guardians taking days off because they had hard matches in the crucible or hunters who were out in the wild for months. imagine them hanging around the tower in casual clothes, no armour, no weapons.

 imagine these guardians playing chess with their ghosts

imagine guardians decorating their rooms with useless stuff they find on patrol and have no idea what it actually is and these “souvenirs” come in all sizes and shapes - a warlock with a Rubik’s cube, having the thing solved in a few minutes, a titan who likes to collect historical pre golden age stuff, which consists of cds, smartphones and other electronical devices.

a hunter once brought a broken McDonald’s M sign they found under some ruins. it’s now hanging around in a small shop in the tower and nobody knows what it means.

imagine guardians falling asleep while the speaker holds one of his speeches and their friends keep poking them in the side so they stay awake 

imagine guardians taking naps, or generally sleeping, with their ghosts tucked right next to them.

imagine guardians looking for names with their ghosts together so they don’t have to call them just “ghost”

imagine guardians meeting the vanguard in their “free time” (aka running around the tower)  and actually having small, nice conversations with all three, not caring about their classes.

imagine a hunter who’s really passionate about science because why tf not talking with ikora about some bioluminescent “thing” they recently discovered in a hive hole.

imagine a warlock talking with zavala about how concerned they are about their people down in The Last City and how they must do anything to protect them.

imagine a titan making stupid bets with cayde about literally everything, going from who will do the best rankings in the crucible this week to “bet you could smack a thrall’s head off with a sniper rifle”

imagine guardians actually going down in the city and talking to the people they protect.

imagine guardians hanging out in the patrol zones, taking small breaks on an old skyscraper on earth or chilling in the ruins of a laboratory on Venus.

This poem is dumb.

Okay originally I wasn’t gonna do this as a print, but enough people requested it that I really wanted to make it an affordable piece, so there you have it!

To the following people who have expressed interest about it: