Classified Item
Bungie has the ability to expose information in the API that, for whatever reason, is not yet ready to be seen. We call these items "classified".
Sometimes classified items eventually are revealed to be real, in-game items. However, they are usually just junk data that made it into the API that isn't intended to be seen.
We include these items in the database solely to provide a complete view of what is in the API files. You should not take the presence of this item as a guarantee of something coming in a future update or attempt to analyze its presence too deeply. Doing so likely will only lead to disappointment.
This item is categorized as classified because:
- It is a dummy responsible for generating items purchased from vendors or obtained from opening engrams.
Special Perks
Stats
| Impact |
|
25 | |
| Range |
|
44 | |
| • Damage Falloff | |||
| Stability |
|
47 | |
| Handling |
|
48 | |
| Reload Speed |
|
57 | |
| • Reload Time | |||
| Aim Assistance |
|
70 | |
| Ammo Generation |
|
45 | |
| Zoom |
|
16 | |
| Airborne Effectiveness |
|
6 | |
| Recoil |
|
60 | |
| Rounds Per Minute | 900 | ||
| Magazine | 81 | ||
| Attack | 0 | ||
Curated Roll
Lore
21% Delirium
"All right." —A Dark Age drifter
A Dark Age drifter stood against an oncoming horde. The stuff of nightmares. Quad-armed, mouths full of shining carnivore teeth, carrying weathered but fully functional armor and weapons. They moved as a mob, their boots kicking up clouds of dust as they advanced, blades glinting in the sun.
"All right," he said, a quiet salute to his dance partners as he wove around sizzling Arc bolts, coat trailing him like a shadow. He might not walk away from this. But they definitely wouldn't.
His Machine Gun spoke much louder than he did, over and over.
He had never brought himself to shoot a human. Or anything even resembling a human. Risen included.
But these were no Risen. No humans.
He broke their advance like oil parting water, the repeating bloom of his heavy leading the way. A blue, viscous film covered the dirt, dust, and rocks when he was finished.
"All right," he said, looking appreciably down at his smoking weapon. A trail of spent shells traced his path through his opponents' ranks.
Hard to find a bite out here, most days.
Every day.
He wondered what they'd taste like.