The Struggles of Overwatch

The Struggles of a Soldier: 76 Main

             It was the final round of an intense match on Lijiang Tower. Our team was in the middle of a massive fight with the enemy team over control of the Night Market Control Point. We were making our final stand against our attacking enemies as the match was almost over. If we managed to push our foes back, victory would surely be ours; if we failed, and they gained control of the point, defeat would be all that remained for us. 

           The enemy team was making their push and breaking through our defensive lines. Things were not looking good for us. However, I had my ultimate ability ready, the Aimbo-uh, I mean Tactical Visor. 

           'Surely,' I thought, 'this will secure our victory.' After cunningly flanking behind our unsuspecting foes, I slammed the magical "Y" button harder than I've ever slammed it before. 

            "I've got you in my sights!" Soldier 76: my in-game hero shouted as he activated his Tactical Visor and began firing upon the enemy team. 

            'This is easy pickings,' I thought. Unfortunately, I had not taken into consideration that the enemy team had a top 500 golden hammer 100% German-powered badass with 1,536 hours on Reinhardt, who proceeded to immediately turn around and block my shots before I could take anyone down. 

             'Ok,' I thought, 'maybe I  won't be able to kill anyone, but now that the only tank on the enemy team with a protective barrier is distracted with me, the rest of my team should be able to mop up the now defenseless enemies no sweat...right?' Well...I suppose it was time for the annual "Stand behind a Wall and do Absolutely Nothing Festival" of which I was blissfully unaware. 

              "Are any of you going to capitalize on this golden opportunity to  pick off the vulnerable targets that are right in front of you?!" I shouted to my allies. In response, I heard a muffled "DEAL WITH THE PHARAH, STOP BEING SO USELESS!!!" coming from the other side of the wall, no doubt one of my incompetent teammates who don't understand that a skilled Pharah being pocketed by a quick and nimble airborne Mercy who knows how to keep herself alive isn't exactly the easiest thing in the world to take down...especially considering said duo was on the other side of the battle where I couldn't shoot them. 

              At this point, all I could really do was let out a sigh of defeat as my ultimate duration was fully depleted. I thought the worst had passed...I was wrong. A Wrecking Ball then proceeded to bowl right through me, sending me spiraling off of the cliff that is in front of both me and the entire enemy team. Hammond, the pilot of the Wrecking Ball mech, let out several incomprehensible squeaks of delight, which was then followed by the mech translating the Hamster's sounds into English. "Nothing personal, kid."