I still remember the first time I walked into the Tower back in Destiny 2's early days – the clang of foundry machinery, the smell of gun oil, and Banshee-44's gruff voice muttering about faulty triggers. That old Exo has been tinkering with our weapons since 2017, yet here we are in 2025, his workbench gathering more dust than a Mars sandstorm. It's strange how this amnesiac gunsmith became a relic himself. Guardians whisper about it in the corridors: "Why do we even visit Banshee anymore?" For a legendary weaponsmith who literally has guns in his name, he feels about as essential as a kinetic sidearm in a GM Nightfall.

Back then, Banshee was our go-to for patching up exotic treasures. I’ll never forget handing him those scattered pieces of The Lament sword – his claws trembling as he fused the frame together, sparks flying like Solar grenades. Nowadays? He peddles the same rotating inventory of mediocre world drops while we chase god rolls elsewhere. Sure, dismantling gear for reputation feels... transactional. But when was the last time you got genuinely excited about a Banshee rank-up engram? Exactly.

Recently, a Guardian named Magnatix1998 ignited the forums with a simple question: "What if Banshee actually acted like a gunsmith?" Suddenly, the community exploded like a Warmind cell chain reaction. Here’s what we collectively envisioned:

• 🔧 True Weapon Customization: Let us swap scopes or barrel attachments at his bench

• ♻️ Perk Fusion: Combine duplicate guns to create perfect perk combinations

• 🎯 Legacy Modifications: Reroll stats on sunset weapons for nostalgia runs

Current Reality	Community Dream
Selling static rolls	Curating perk pools
Upgrade module vendor	Weapon modification hub
Zero crafting role	Deep perk reroll system

The irony stings – when weapon crafting arrived with The Witch Queen, we all assumed BANGSHEE would lead the charge. Instead, Rahool got Ascendant Alloys (since when do Cryptarchs understand ballistics?), and the Enclave became our workshop. Poor Banshee got relegated to selling glimmer consumables like some post-apocalyptic vending machine.

Nowadays, my visits last 30 seconds: grab upgrade modules, maybe check if he’s selling a rare-rolled Suros pulse. His dialogue loops endlessly about "forgetting the sight calibrations" – meta commentary on his own irrelevance? Even Ada-1 got a Black Armory glow-up. Meanwhile, Banshee’s still trying to remember where he left his hydrospanner.

Perhaps it’s time we ask harder questions: In an era where Guardians reshape reality itself, why can’t we reshape our relationship with this Tower icon? What if his amnesia became a gameplay mechanic – daily forgotten prototypes we help rebuild? Could weapon retirement solutions live at his workbench?

I stare at his oil-stained hands, those same claws that forged exotic legends now wiping down countertops. The potential hums louder than an overloaded Arc conductor. We’ve rebuilt cities, slain gods, and rewritten time. Yet somehow... fixing the gunsmith feels like our greatest unsolved puzzle. 🛠️💔