Part 1: The Login

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(y/n is whatever gender u are idc really)


The year is 2018. You login to Overwatch, a fantasy FPS game created by Blizzard Inc. Even though you happen to be a scummy Mercy one-trick hardstuck in gold at level 1,200, you still somehow enjoy the game. You particularly fancy Widowmaker because of her "personality". One day, you enter the hero gallery on the game's homepage. You select Widowmaker and use your cursor to drag her around. You turn her 180 degrees to see her backside but as you do, your parents walk in and take your pc and you realize that you didn't deserve it anyways cause you are a Mercy one-trick hardstuck gold at gold portrait level. The end :)

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