Sweet Sorrow

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Sweet Sorrow
D2 Sweet Sorrow.jpg
Production overview

Manufacturer:

Cabal

Style:

Imperial Cabal

Rarity class:

Legendary

Weapon type:

Auto Rifle

Intrinsic frame:

Rapid-Fire Frame

Is craftable:

Yes

Patterns needed:

5

Min-max impact:

18

Min-max stability:

59

Min-max handling:

47

Min-max reload speed:

47

Min-max magazine:

52

Specifications

Feed system:

Clip Magazine

Ammunition type:

Primary

Fire mode:

Full Automatic

Rate of fire:

720 RPM

Damage:

ArcS.png Arc

Effective range:

38

Hidden stats

Aim assistance:

81

Inventory size:

53

Zoom:

17

Recoil:

57

Bounce intensity:

43

Bounce direction:

Tends Right

Airborne effectiveness:

12

Service history

In service:

Guardians

Affiliation:

Imperial Cabal
Season of the Risen

 

"A scratched-out inscription on the barrel reads, "A birthday is just a number. How about we pick this one?""
— Weapon description

Sweet Sorrow is a Legendary ArcS.png Auto Rifle introduced in Season of the Risen. It could be previously obtained from completions of PsiOps Battlegrounds and focusing gear from seasonal Engrams from the War Table vendor.

Perks[edit]

Intrinsic Trait Intrinsic Frame Barrel Bowstring Blade Haft Sight Magazine Arrow Guard Perk 1 Perk 2 Stock Grip Origin Catalyst

Extended Barrel Steady Rounds Auto-Loading Holster Tap the Trigger Land Tank
Polygonal Rifling Alloy Magazine Pulse Monitor Turnabout
Chambered Compensator Appended Mag Triple Tap Demolitionist
Smallbore Flared Magwell Stats for All Vorpal Weapon
Corkscrew Rifling Extended Mag Killing Wind One for All
Full Bore Tactical Mag Perpetual Motion Focused Fury
Hammer-Forged Rifling Accurized Rounds
Arrowhead Brake
Fluted Barrel

Lore[edit]

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"And my vanquisher will read that book, seeking the weapon, and they will come to understand me, where I have been and where I was going."
The following is a verbatim transcription of an official document for archival reasons. As the original content is transcribed word-for-word, any possible discrepancies and/or errors are included.

Amanda Holliday hurls a wrench at the wall, her grunt of effort punctuated by the sharp clang of metal striking metal. Her shoulders rise and fall with each labored breath in the silence that follows.

She gasps softly and rushes forward—eyes scanning the surface of the wrench for cracks as her fingers frantically reach for the socket. She turns the ratchet, hoping to hear the reassuring click of the gears. But there is nothing, no movement inside from either direction.

"Damn it," Amanda hisses, rubbing the heel of her palm against her eye. "Dammit!"

She sees a racing helmet at her feet and kicks it across the garage floor.

Everything around her is a painful reminder of her ignorance: A blue-and-white auto rifle of Cabal design with an inscribed message on the barrel. Her favorite ramen bar and sightseeing locations circled on a map of the Last City. A datapad loaded with coordinates for the old Haakon Precipice racetrack. The nearly finished Sparrow she and Niik had been working on, blazoned with airbrushed feathers of ebony and white.

"Damn it," Amanda whispers. Her back brushes against the wall, and she leans into it as her body slowly crumples to the floor. Her head dips to the side and rests on the cold engine of the Sparrow beside her. She pulls her legs toward her chest and curses into her knees, burying her face in them as her shoulders begin to rise and fall in trembling bursts.

Of all the friends she could have made, of all the people who could have become important in her life, of all the horrible twists of fate she could have endured…

…why did they all have to be him?

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