For the past few months, I've been thinking about Destiny 2 a lot – a lot more than I've been playing it, that's for sure. The latest rupture in the dam of community outrage, cleaved right open by a downright ugly State of the Game blog post, has pushed those thoughts to the front of my mind. Destiny has been part of my personal and professional life for nine years, so it's with some experience that I find myself once again trying to unpack the community's frustrations and articulate my own.
A lot of people are saying the same old things. The game is dead, the devs at Bungie are lazy, they want to end this thing and be done with it. Those statements are as untrue as ever. Destiny 2 is unquestionably in a dip right now – the loudest alarm in my mind is the sudden disinterest of my famously hardcore clanmate – but it is not dying. It's still one of the most consistently successful live service games ever, and it's still got arguably the best gunplay in the history of video games. But at the same time, it does feel to me like a game near the end of its life.
