Alright, yeah... what the actual fuck.
Um, well, first off, we got Mr. Edgy Hot Topic dude stepping in front of an injured scientific scientist gorilla - or is he a monkey? - man and the shotguns are up and prepped to fire. Expect, ya know, McEdgeLord must absolutely stop and declare his victory to the heavens above, but wait Emo Lord, there's more! Monkey man is thinking. Monkey man is getting his shit together. Monkey man has somehow gotten his hands on that defected shield generator that somehow was placed right next to him and his sorry ass.
Wow. Blizzard gets yet another twenty points for being the cliche drama queen of the century. (Again.) He wasn't even sure if Pokemon could top that and that was saying something.
Emil rolled his eyes as the cinematic ran to a close. How his friends had gotten dragged down this hellhole was plenty obvious as shown by the detail in graphics he had seen from the gameplay trailers. However, why he was still going to buy this stereotypical FPS was beyond the imagination of anybody... (Ignoring the screaming of declarations of war against this entire being if he were not to purchase this game.)
Yet here he was, buying Origin Edition and crying over an empty wallet. And ah yes, you must never forget about this loss of his social life as well for at least a year. Wonderful.
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A light flickers on, emitting a soft orange and white. A familiar color scheme that they could recognize in a heartbeat. The sight produced several different reactions. Some are anxious, scared. Their bodies freeze in place and their hearts, with them. Others are ready, excited. They have been waiting upon this signal for the last few years. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Even more are wary, glaring at the light. They have made enemies, many and diverse, yet they feel that this could be the real thing.
They approach the light, slow, cautious and are confronted with a simple, small question. Yet answering this question held so much danger. Two answers, two paths to choose from. Would they choose the first and dive back into the fight, risking the claiming of the name of outlaws? Or would they perhaps choose the second and continue to hide in the shadows, enjoying their life has they have since it all ended?
Some hesitate to answer, mulling over it. They think, they debate, they tackle it from every single angle, taking their time. Wary they are, of the pain and the suffering, of what may come out of this. To others however, the answer is incredibly obvious. The former of the two answer is selected without a second thought and coordinates are given. A huff here, while another groans there. Some had quite a journey to make and some were next door.
Yet, despite what they choose, they all begin to move.
[ i apologize to readers of my other fics, but i'm gonna focus on this one. i actually really like writing this one and i feel much more free in the creation of it. also, please come visit me at my tumblr okay. ;w; ummmm, ships shown will be slowburn and i'll probably add more as we go bc i'm really bad at this. i love you all and thank you. (ALSO WELCOME NEW READERS AND PEOPLE<3) ummmm, idk. ah. the first chapter will be posted soon. i think. who knows.
- matt
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Fanfiction[overwatch] Emil is about 100% done with Overwatch's shit. He's also 100% done with the cliche-ness of the situation. And he's making sure everyone knows that, while also attempting to fix some of it. ------------- Also, alternatively, the fic that...
