The P2000 | Oceanic (Battle-Scarred) is like that one friend who claims they’ve “seen things” but still shows up to the party. The once-vibrant blue waves and coral patterns now look like they’ve been dragged through a sandstorm at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. The finish is so worn, you can practically smell the saltwater rust. It’s the kind of skin that screams, “I’ve been clutched in panic rounds more times than I’ve been cleaned.” Still, there’s charm in its ruggedness—like a trusty flip-flop that’s survived three summers. Functionally, it’s a P2000: reliable, if a little boring. Aesthetically? A relic for masochists who enjoy their gear with a side of existential dread.