After reading a good lot of the posts I think is unanimous. The mob is already formed, the torches are already lighten and the pitchforks in the hands of those that know how to put them to best use. I say we hang that motherfukcer from the balcony facing the city. So the next Criptarch understands we Guardians are tired of the massive truckloads of bullshit with whom they try to force-feed us. It sounds totally reasonable to me, guys...