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In a time of global crisis, an elite international task force known as Overwatch was formed. Soldiers, scientists, adventurers, and oddities: together, they ended the Omnic Crisis and restored peace to a war-torn world. The heroes of Overwatch kept peace for a generation, inspiring an era of exploration, innovation, and discovery.

After many years, Overwatch became troubled, and finally disbanded. Now world conflict is rising again. Overwatch may be gone…but the world still needs heroes.

When you were a child, you dreamed of someday joining Overwatch. Someday you would fight bad guys and protect the innocent, along with heroes like Jack Morrison and Ana Amari. You had every action figure, and a poster on your wall. But before you were fully grown, that dream ended.

You watched the U.N. conference on holovid, not believing that these bureaucrats could ever stop the global task force from being the heroes they were. But the shadow of tragedy still haunted Overwatch, after the explosion at their headquarters in Switzerland. Rumors had it the incident caused a rift within the group, that they could no longer work together. The Petras Act was passed into law, and Overwatch quietly disbanded.

Determined to make the best of that era of peace while it lasted, you threw yourself into your studies. As you grew to adulthood, you became ...

>A soldier, fighting to protect the innocent.
>A scientist, discovering new technology to benefit the future.
>An adventurer, travelling bravely into the unknown.
>A criminal, rebelling against the new order of the corporations.

>>954287
>>A criminal, rebelling against the new order of the corporations.

Does the game actually have a story?
beyond the intro I mean.

>>954287
>A scientist, discovering new technology to benefit the future.

>>954287
>An adventurer, travelling bravely into the unknown.

>>954320
No, but it has great characters, a good setting, and the right situation to begin a story. The actual story part? That's where we come in.

>>954287
>A Criminal
Specifically mercanary
Maybe working for talon

>>954287
>An adventurer, travelling bravely into the unknown.

>>954287
>>A criminal, rebelling against the new order of the corporations.

>>954287
>>A soldier, fighting to protect the innocent.

>>954335
alot of the characters have some big backstorys that connect to one another

>>954287
>An adventurer, exploring the unknown
Maybe we could be that one Indian OverWatch fan character. The one who slings poison and what not.

The year's 2040 something, it makes sense.

>>954267
>An adventurer, travelling bravely into the unknown.

>>954320
>>954333
>>954343
>>954344
>>954354
>>954405
>>954449


At first you become an adventurer, exploring the unknown frontiers of science and the world. You travelled to obscure corners of the globe, doing what you could to help and protect people, and preserve forgotten technologies from the golden age.

But without Overwatch, increasing political tension meant that world governments were powerless against the rise of mega-corporations. You saw how the elite executives of companies like LumeriCo and Vishkar took the reins of global power, discarding people's lives in favor of their profit margins. It was something you couldn't stand to watch. And so you went outside the law. Your skills as an adventurer found great use in the world's criminal underground. You became rich several times, but the money was always lost, either helping the victims of the latest corporate catastrophe, or just trying to stay one step ahead of the law.

One day you were contacted by one of the world's foremost criminal organizations about a job. The contact was sketchy on details. But the payment was good. Too good to pass up. You packed up your gear and travelled to meet ...


>Talon in London, England.
>The Deadlock Gang in Arizona, USA.
>Los Muertres in Dorado, Mexico.
>The Junkers in Junkertown, Australia

>>954456
>>Los Muertres in Dorado, Mexico.
I just got the game so i don't know who is who but these guys sound cool

>>954456
>Los Muertres in Dorado, Mexico.

>>954456
>>The Deadlock Gang in Arizona, USA.

>>954456
>>The Deadlock Gang in Arizona, USA.

>>954456
>Los Muertes in Dorado Mexico

>>954456
>>Los Muertres in Dorado, Mexico.

>>954456
>th deadlock gang

>>954456
>The Deadlock Gang in Arizona, USA.

>>954456
>Los Muertes
If we're lucky(/unlucky) we'll run into Soldier 76 or Sombra (pre-Talon)

>>954456
>>Los Muertres in Dorado, Mexico

>>954516
I'm fine with that, I went Deadlock because they don't have any real representation besides McCree.

>>954516
>Wanting to get raped by 76
Okay
Choosing deadlock also means getting raped by reaper so either way it's lose lose

>>954525
This is post fall of Overwatch, we probably won't be fighting Reaper.

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>>954466
>>954467
>>954471
>>954491
>>954516
>>954518
You arrive at in Dorado. The streets of the city are brightly lit for the celebration of Festival de Luz, the celebration of the end of the Omnic Crisis. You meet your contact in a back alley, at a gathering of thugs belonging to Los Muertos. Their distinctive style is tattooing skulls and bones on themselves in phosphorescent ink. According to some, Los Muertos are freedom fighters, fighting the Mexican government, protecting those forgotten in the years after the Omnic Crisis. According to others, they're thugs, criminals, street toughs, and anti-Omnic xenophobes. Right now, they're paying you half up front, and that's what important.

"We're delivering this bad boy tonight," says their leader, patting the hood of a hovertruck. "And we're expecting trouble. Make sure you're ready. You bring your own firepower?"

"I always do," you say. You have a favorite weapon you take with you everywhere you go:

>An advanced rifle, steady and accurate.
>Two pistols, deadly and stylish.
>An energy blaster, the firepower of the future.
>A sword, magnetically enhanced. An elegant weapon for a more civilized age.

>>954543
>A sword, magnetically enhanced. An elegant weapon for a more civilized age.

>>954543
>Two pistols, deadly and stylish.

>>954543
>>Two pistols, deadly and stylish.
1 gun is fun but 2 is a party

>>954543
>A sword, magnetically enhanced. An elegant weapon for a more civilized age.

>>954543
>Sword pistol combo

>>954543
>Sword

We can steal health packs like an ASSHOLE!

>>954543
>>Two pistols, deadly and stylish.

>>954555
This if possible
If not, dual pistols.

>>954543
>Sword Pistol
If not
>Sword
There is no agility oriented melee character in Overwatch

>>954543
>>Two pistols, deadly and stylish.

>>954559
Changing my backup to Sword, sounds better than pistols

>>954604
>>954543

Actually, yeah I want to change my vote to a sword and pistol if we can do that.

>>954543
None, you use your fists

>>954543
>>A sword, magnetically enhanced. An elegant weapon for a more civilized age.
fuck pistols

>>954640
ya that looks gay as fuck

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>>954645
say that to my face not online see what happens

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>>954555
>>954559
>>954593


Your weapon is a custom design you made yourself, a patchwork of technology you found exploring forgotten sealed-off laboratories. You often need a hand free for climbing walls and operating computers. And you kept finding yourself in unpredictable situations, needing a gun at one moment, and a blade the next. So you created a transforming weapon that's both a gun and a blade. You call it ... the Swordpistol. Although you're really thinking you need to come up with a better name.

José, the Los Muertos leader, says, "Me and my boys will be in the truck. We'll be driving real slow, this is a payload we can't afford to be shaking around. Our destination is the new LumeriCo power plant ziggurant. I'll have some other guys on the left. We need you to follow us on the right side, keep our flank clear. Make sure we don't get any nasty surprises. Think you can do that?"

"No problem," you say. "LumeriCo will get what's coming to them tonight."

"You got that right," says Jose. "All right, we're rolling out soon. Get yourself into position."

You steathily move out from the alley where the gang members are keeping the payload truck. You get into position on high ground overlooking the truck's path, using a gadget that provides you with enhanced mobility for just such an occasion:

>A hookshot.
>A short-range teleporter.
>A jump pack.
>A magnetic tether.
>Something else.

>>954659
>>A magnetic tether.

>>954659
>>A magnetic tether.

>>954659
>A hookshot.

4 votes for duel pistols
3 for sword pistol combo

ya fuck this quest

>>954659
>>A magnetic tether.

>>954659
>A magnetic tether
It BEGINS

>>954679

>>954555
>>954559
>>954593
>>954613

>>954679
4 for pistols, 4 for sword. When there's a deadlock between two options, if I see the opportunity, I like to create a new option that's a combination of both. The fact that 3 people voted for the combination in the first place is just a bonus.

Same thing for origin: half for adventurer, half for criminal, so you're both.

>>954659
Hookshot
Need one hand free for weapon

>>954679
Six votes for sword man, take your salt out on the enemy team.

>>954659
>A hookshot.

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If we have gotten the sword and gun combo along with a jumpack we'd officially be an assault space marine

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>>954659
Moonshoes

>>954730
He shit posts when no one else will.

A. Magnetic Tether

>>954740
I was serious. Think about the possibilities. It doesn't have to actually BE moonshoes

>>954659
>>A magnetic tether.

>>954746
Shit, now that you say it I do...

MOONSHOES NIGGA PLEASE, THERE'S STILL TIME

>>954746
Fuck it, why not?

>>954746
Changing my vote, Moonshoes Pirate it is.

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>>954730
You mean gravity shoes?

>>954746
I'm sold, changing to moonshoes. maybe like gravity boots from bulletstorm.
http://bulletstorm.wikia.com/wiki/Gravity_Boots

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>>954730
>>954757
>>954761
>>954767

>>954781
There are cyborg ninjas, edgy ghosts, cowboys, and Mad Max characters. Moonshoes aren't that far off.

>>954781
Question though, is the sword ALREADY magnetic? As in it can catch bullets or grab health packs?

>>954730
Sure.
Sciencey shoes that give us good jump height.
I can support it

>>954795
that'd have a really fuckin powerful magnet.
Like retardedly powerful. Like fly out of your hand and stick to shit all the time powerful.

>>954803
Its a quest based on a video game. It doesn't have to make sense. We'll have moonshoes for God's sake

>>954803
Yes, people know that some things are not realistic, but such things are often so minute that we don't really care.

>>954803
It's the future, it works regardless.

>>954811
>>954816
>>954815
I mean we could try a little tho right?

>>954821
I mean, I guess. In what context though, trying to be serious? Cause we're going to lose that minute we get moonshoes.

>>954821
I don't mind being realistic, but the idea of attracting bullets to your sword is not too unrealistic to imagine being true, even if on an intellectual level we know it's impossible.

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Note: The sword can block bullets under certain circumstances. Turning on the EM defense system when it's in sword mode will temporarily shield you from projectiles.

Time for the moon shoes, you think. You trigger the graviton actuators in your boots and take a short hop, and you fly gracefully into the air as though you were jumping on the moon. These gravity boots are another gadget you made yourself based on some old schematics. They have a short range, but they give you some real flexibility for aerial maneuvers, increasing jump height, even letting you walk on certain walls for a short distance. Someday, with enough modifications, you're confident you can fly around on them. Probably without exploding. Maybe.

From your perch here on the rooftop you can overlook the fountain plaza, all lit up with strings of lights for the Festival. The streets are mostly clear: the celebrations haven't begun properly yet. The LumeriCo ziggurat looms over the city.

Your communicator chirps. It's Jose. "Amigo, our friends ahead at the church seem to be having some trouble. Go see what the problem is, will you?"

You move across the rooftops. The deserted street ahead forms a set of angles surrounding a two-story church, made of old white plaster. The Banco de Dorado is just down the street. You heard that, just recently, the Junkers blew their way into the vault there, made off with a huge payday in gold. You've heard strange things about the Junkers, that they've all gone mad from all that radiation in Australia, but they do know how to pull off a successful heist.

You re-focus on the church. Everything seems quiet. A little too quiet.

>Move in carefully.
>Dash straight there.
>Observe the situation.

>>954838
>Move in carefully.

>>954838
>Move in carefully.

>>954838
>>Move in carefully.
Come in through the second floor, at least I think that chapel has a second floor.

>>954838
> move I'm carefully.
As silently as our moonshoes let us

>>954838
Observe. and keep an eye out behind ya too. dont want anyone gettin the drop on ya.

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Here we go, I found a picture of the area. The church is the building in the center, you're approaching from the right side.

>>954838
>>Move in carefully.

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>>954841
>>954845
>>954847
>>954849
>>954871


You move in carefully, making your way along the rooftops towards the second floor of the chapel. The wall-walking mode on your grav boots lets you take a quick shortcut, and you land on the balcony in front of two doors. From this vantage point, inside the church you can hear shouting, smashing, wood splintering.

You enter the church's second floor, wary of what you might fight. The second floor is empty, but it gives you a bird's eye view of the ground floor. You can see four gang members lying on the church floor, slumped among the broken pews. A fifth member is currently being interrogated by an old man in a blue jacket, currently facing away from you.

"¡Ay dios mio!" the thug manages to exclaim before taking a punch to the face and getting knocked out.

The man drops the thug, steps back. At first, you think, he hasn't noticed you. But then something on his equipment beeps at him, and he turns and looks straight up at you. You notice his white hair, his scars, his combat build, but mostly you notice the large visored mask obscuring most of his face.

"Huh. Didn't expect to see you here." the man says in a gravelly voice. "I've heard of you. Jumped-up little punk who thinks a little vandalism and petty theft does anything to stop the corps from doing what they want. Keep playing your little games, kid. Old soldiers like me still have work to do."

>Who are you?
>Why are you defending LumeriCo?
>It's my job to stop you.
>Say nothing, attack.
>Something else.

>>954895
>>It's my job to stop you.

>>954895
>>Who are you?
>It's my job to stop you.

>>954895
>It's my job to stop you.
Let's see if an old dog has any new tricks.

>>954900
Seconded

>>954900
This

>>954895
>It's my job to stop you.

>Who are you?
>It's my job to stop you.
Lets play up the idealism

>>954895
Can we magnitize anything off him? Cause if so it'd be hilarious to snatch his ammo from him be like, "What now, big boi?"

954895
>>954900
seconded but add:
>Why are you defending LumeriCo?

>>954914
Are his fusion cells magnetic enough though?

"Who are you?" you ask.

He takes a few moments before answering. The visor and mask make him impossible to read. "I'm no-one," he says. "Just a ghost."

"Well, Mr. Ghost, whoever you are. I don't know why you're defending LumeriCo, but It's my job to stop you. I won't let the corporations exploit the people of this city any more than they have."

"Look, dumbass," he says, exasparated. "If you really hate the corps, if you're a freedom fighter like you think you are, you'll help me stop Los Muertos and LumeriCo. Otherwise, stay the hell out of my way. You wouldn't want to get hurt."

"What- what do you mean, Los Muertos AND LumeriCo? The Dead are going to destroy the power plant! We're going to stop LumeriCo from exploiting--"

"I don't have time to explain myself, kid," he growls. "But they're in cahoots. You can either follow me, help take down your glowing friends, and strike one against LumeriCo. Or you can shut up and back down. Unless," he says, and chuckles hoarsely. "You really think you can fight me."

>Help him fight Los Muertes.
>Attack him.
>Follow him, undecided.
>Something else.

>>954895
>SHIT YEAH!!!? I'M A HUGE FAN CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH.

>>954950
>Follow him undecided

>Follow him, undecided.

>>954950
>>Follow him, undecided.
We're potentially burning a bridge that's offering good money. We need to know more.

>>954950
>>Follow him, undecided.

>>954959
It's one of many bridges. But it still could damage our rep in the criminal underworld.

>>954950
>Follow him, undecided.

>>954950
>>Follow him, undecided.

>>954964
Don't particularly care, bounty hunting still offers good money and now that we run into Soldier we can join him.

>>954950
>Follow him, undecided.

>>954969
He could also be lying, who knows?

>>954969
Even when working on the right side of the law those contacts are still valuable even if it's just for information.

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You're confused. Los Muertos and LumeriCo, working together? You thought the mission tonight was about sabotaging the power planet. But now that you think about it ... you never did see exactly what was in that hover truck.

The old soldier strides out of the church. You drop down, hovering gently to a stop on the ground with your gravboots, and follow after him.

"If you're planning to tag along, kid, that's fine," the soldier growls. "Just don't get in my way."

"I haven't made up my mind yet, old-timer," you tell him. "If I decide you're lying to me, I'm going to take you down."

He chuckles grimly. "Can't argue with that."

A wall separates this neighborhood from the Plaza of Lights. You follow the soldier through a nearby shadowed alleyway, leading to a set of stairs, one going up, one down. Down the stairs, you see the Los Muertos payload truck parked. The gang members are running around the back of the truck, trying to re-arrange the load. The camoflaging blankets slip, and you catch a glimpse of something glowing underneath.

"Careful!" you hear Jose say with quiet urgency. "If anyone sees us with a LumeriCo power core, we're hosed. We've got to get this to the plant before the deadline, or we won't get paid!"

"What about the kid?" asks one of his flunkies. "Didn't you tell him we were sabotaging the ziggurat? He's going to be pissed when we find out we're actually helping finish it."

"Don't worry about him," says Jose. "Before he finds out, I'll take care of him. Permanently."

You take a step back. God damn it. You have a hard time believing it, even if you just heard it with your own ears. "But - how can they do this? LumeriCo exploits the people of Mexico, and - and Los Muertos, they're supposed to --"

"Kid," says the old soldier. "Morals don't make the world go 'round. Money does. Now you know. What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to ..."

>Help you take them down.
>Still do the job I was hired for. Even if it helps the corporation.
>I ... I don't know.
>Something else.

>>955019
>>Help you take them down.

>>955019
>Help you take them down.
Doesn't look like they're gonna pay us anyhow.

>>955019
>Help you take them down.

>Help you take them down, on one condition. We take Jose alive.I want answers.

>>955019
>Help you take them down.
Our "pay" was probably a bullet to the back of the head

"I'm going to help you take them down," you say, your fists tightening. "Doesn't look like they're going to pay me anyhow. Or rather, they'd only pay me with a bullet to the back of the head."

"That's how it works with criminals," says the soldier, dryly. "Better get used to it if you want to stay alive in your line of work."

Your line of work. A criminal. You used to be an adventurer, an explorer, and you had dreams of being a freedom fighter. And long before that, you had another dream. A dream of helping people around the world. Of being a hero.

Sometimes you think you're succeeding. Other times, you don't know where it all went so wrong.

The soldier seems to notice your distraction. "Stay focused, kid. We'll attack on my signal. You hit them high, I'll hit them low. Deal?"

"One condition," you say. "Take Jose alive. The one with green paint. I want answers."

"Works for me," he says. "I'll just give him a good beating."

"Then, deal."

The soldier moves forward down the stairs, staying in the shadows, heavy rifle at the ready. You take the other route, up the stairs, getting a good vantage point from above. Jose is standing to one side, watching his crew of four work on the truck payload.

When the soldier attacks, you plan to ...

>Jump down there, attack with the blade form
>Stay in cover, attack with the pistol form
>Make a daring wall-run with your grav boots, to draw their fire
>Something else

>>955077
>Stay in cover, attack with the pistol form

>>955077
>Make a daring wall-run with your grav boots, to draw their fire
And shout a one liner when we do.

>>955077
>Stay in cover, attack with the pistol form
76 has that healing thing, he'll live
unless he doesn't

>Make a daring wall-run with your grav boots, to draw their fire.

Take some shots at the four unloading the truck while we're wall running.

>>955077
>Wall run
Do we have flashbangs? If we do can we throw them?

>>955077
>Make a daring wall-run with your grav boots, to draw their fire
Well sometimes you screw over a Megacorp and sometimes you get stabbed in the back. Oh well time four our grand entrance.

>>955077
>Make a daring wall-run with your grav boots, to draw their fire


Young and stupid.

>>955095
We haven't decided on our E ability yet. I'll save that for later. Right now:

Primary Weapon: Gunblade
Alt-Fire: Transform Weapon (Blade / Pistol)
Shift: Gravboots (press and release to high jump, hold to wallrun)

>>955108
Q: Magnetically charge all enemies in the area allowing you to dash between them while striking with your sword. - Alt Fire Bullets are attracted to them

Suggestion.

>>955116
An Omnislash-style Ultimate sounds good to me.

>>955108
The shoes should be passive similar to Lucio and Genji

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>>955121
Mask when?

We could have a thing like from titanfall where we grab? bullets with our sword and throw the cluster like a shotgun Like genji but different

>>955127
OP already mentioned our sword has an EM field to deflect bullets that can be out shift

>>955132
Just throwing out ideas

>>955127
>>955132

It's a cool idea! Right now, you just have the ability to block bullets for a limited time. Soon enough, though, you may find an opportunity to upgrade your equipment.

You look at the wall opposite the stairs, getting a fun idea in your head. You figure out some angles, and get ready.

You watch one of the four thugs leave the group and head back into the shadows of the alleyway. Then you hear a thud, and a grunt, and a crash. The other three thugs, alerted, jump down from the hover truck and grab their weapons: two of them have lengths of metal pipe, a third has a submachine gun. They shout warnings and threats in Spanish, but are silenced by the sound of gunfire as the soldier opens up with his rifle. The thugs dive for cover.

That's the signal, you guess. You transform your weapon into energy pistol mode, and make a jump at an angle for the opposite wall, twisting your body as you do to point your feet at the wall. Triggering your gravboots at just the right moment, you continue with your sideways momentum and run across the wall.

It's been a while since you tried to aim right after you turned the world sideways, but you give it your best shot anyway, zapping away with the pistol. The thugs are in cover from Soldier's rifle, but you're shooting from an angle they never expected, and you nail one straight away. The thug with the SMG fires back, but he can't get a bead on your fast, unpredictable movement. He exposes himself by doing so, and takes a burst of fire from the soldier in the side of the head.

The third remaining thug hunkers down behind the concrete, but the soldier fires some kind of miniature rocket launcher attachment on his rifle, and the thug's cover explodes. He staggers back, bleeding from the concrete shards, and falls over.

Your gravboots' charge expires, and you drop to the ground. The only Los Muertos left standing is Jose. You walk towards him. He backs up in the direction of the alleyway, sweating, his hands up in surrender. He doesn't even notice the soldier standing behind him, and bumps right into him. Jose jumps away with a shriek. The soldier lets out a grim laugh. "What do you want to do with him, kid? Should I give him that beating now?"

>Yeah, go ahead. I'm in no rush.
>Just let me talk to him.
>I changed my mind. Just kill him.
>Something else.

>>955150
>Yeah, go ahead. I'm in no rush.

>>955150
>>Just let me talk to him.

Answers first, beating later.

Here's what I'm proposing
Primary gunblade
Alt-Fire: Shift form (sword/gun)
Passive: Mag boots (jump higher and wall run)
Shift: EM Field a temporary field that deflects metallic projectiles
E: Cloaking field. Renders you invisible only applies while not moving.
Q: Omnislah. Magentically charges surrounding enemy which allows us to rush at them with blinding speed

>Just let me talk to him.

>>955150
>I'm going to ask some questions and if he decides to be...difficult, loosen his lips both figuratively and literally

>>955150
>I'm going to ask some questions and if he decides to be...difficult, loosen his lips both figuratively and literally

>>955150
>>Just let me talk to him.

>>955156
>>955171
>>955174
>>955194
>>955196


"Just let me talk to him," you say. "If he decides to be difficult, loosen his lips. Both literally and figuratively."

"Acknowledged," replies the soldier, cracking the knuckles of one fist, then the other.

You walk towards the gang leader, gunblade still in your hand. "Jose. Amigo. I thought we had a good thing going. What happened? How did you end up in bed with LumeriCo? What was the real mission?"

Jose's eyes dart back and forth, looking for an escape route. He can't find one, and so he begins to cave. "LumeriCo, they ... they hired us. To deliver the core for the ziggurat. They made a big deal out of turning it on ahead of schedule, so it had to be delivered tonight, but -- but --"

"But what?" you demand. "What was so special about it that they had to hire thugs and criminals to deliver it in secret? Why hire me just to kill me?"

"I don't know!" says Jose. "Please, just let me go, amigo!"

"He's lying," growls the soldier. "Guess I'll get to hit you after all, huh, punk?"

"No! Stop! I -- I -- I don't know for sure, but I hear the power cores contain some kind of special reactor. One that's illegal in Mexico. They said the radiation was too dangerous. That it makes people sick. But LumeriCo, they pay the government to look the other way, and then, they do what they like. And they knew ..." His eyes flicker to the soldier. "They knew that someone was coming after them. So they wanted to hire someone special. Someone like you, kid. They thought you could protect the truck and then just ... quietly disappear."

"I can't believe you'd do that. Not just to me, but to your own city," you say, disgusted. "I think Los Muertos was supposed to be the protectors of the people? That you were fighting for their freedom?"

"Is hard to have freedom without money, man. You have to eat before you can fight. First we survive, then we win."

"You keep telling yourself that. Lie that this was really a good thing." You turn away.

"Are you done here?" the old soldier asks you. "Because if so--"

"Wait," you say, cutting him off. You hear something. You look up ...

(Continued)

Another gang member stands on the ledge above you. He hefts some kind of huge machine gun in both hands. "¡Chingate, cabron!" he shouts with glee, the machine gun spinning up.

No time to think. With a quick snap of your wrist, you transform your weapon into blade mode and trigger the magnetic shield. The machine gun kicks to life, the bullets a deafening sound like a roaring ocean, and it's still terrifying to stand in front of it always has been and it always will be you think but you swing the blade out in front of you, and the magnetic shield snatches the bullets out of the air.

You're still alive, but belatedly you think to check, and the gangster has a huge ammo belt feeding into that machine gun, and it's still firing, and the sword can barely hold the charge any longer --

"Get down!" shouts the soldier, tackling you to the ground. The bullets fly overhead. You twist to look up at the gunner, wondering if your sword will recharge before he can adjust his aim. You don't think you can. But then--

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"Bombs away!" a female voice chirps. You see something fly in from the side, landing at the gangster's feet. A blue light pulses from below the gangster. He has just enough time to look down, realize his situation, and scream, before exploding into a thousand pieces.

When the pieces of gangster finish raining down, you look up to the ledge he stood on. A woman is standing there, dressed in a flight jacket and bright yellow-orange tights. She has spiky brown hair, and some kind of device attached to her chest.

You get to your feet, brush yourself off. "Hello there," you call up to her.

"Hiya!" The woman in the flight jacket salutes you, then suddenly disappears in a flash of blue light, only to reappear just as suddenly, directly in front of you, perhaps two feet away. She travelled the distance in barely a moment. She grins, cheeky. "Were you expecting the cavalry, luv? Name's Tracer. Nice ta meetcha."

>Nice to meet you.
>Thanks for your help.
>I didn't need your help.
>What are you doing here?
>Something else.

Oh, and ...
>I used to have your action figure!!

>>955277
>Nice to meet you.
>I used to have your action figure!!

>I assume you're here with him? (point to 76)

> exploding into a thousand pieces
Jesus...
>>955277
>Nice to meet you.
Can't be rude to a new friend

>>955277
>Nice to meet you
>Don't I know you from somewhere? You seem familiar...

>>955277
>fanboy mode on

>>955285
Sorry, I slipped into Thug Quest mode for a moment there. I forgot there's no gore in Overwatch.

>>955277
>What are you doing here?

>>955150
>I used to have your action figure

>>955293
still pumped for next sunday.

>>955293
Now that I think about it, a thousand pieces would suck. Just enough as to where they're fleshy giblets rather than red mist

>>955301
Me too anon!

"Nice to meet you," you say, holding out your hand to shake, hoping it isn't trembling. "I ... I used to have your action figure. As a kid. I had that poster, with you and Reinhardt and Mercy--"

Tracer takes your hands with both of hers, pumps it enthusiastically. "Well that's peachy! It's always nice to meet a fan. Not too many of them these days. Now, er, if you'll excuse me a moment, I'm about to have an awkward conversation," she says, letting go of your hand, and laughs nervously.

"Oh boy," says the old man, getting to his feet. "More company. Just what I needed tonight."

Tracer approaches the old man, slowly, apprehensive. "Jack," she says. "I-is that really you? It's been so long--"

"Sorry. Can't help you." The soldier picks up his rifle, turns his back, begins to walk away.

Tracer reaches after him. "Jack, wait! Please! You know and Winston and I are trying to do. But we can't do it alone!" You hear the sadness and frustration in her voice. "We need you, Jack!"

The old man stops. "I can't help you, kid. Jack's dead. Died a long time ago. I'm just a ghost. An old soldier with a score to settle." He looks up at the moonlit sky. "Lena. Back then. Overwatch died too. You should let it die. But if you really want to make a damn fool of yourself, and start it all up again. Take the kid with you. Had my back tonight. Might be useful someday." And he walks off, into the shadows.

Tracer watches him leave. It's hard to tell with those goggles, but you think you see a tear in her eye.

>Try to comfort her.
>Make a joke.
>Be practical.
>Say nothing.
>Something else.

>>955322
>Be practical
What the hell do we do with this core, thing?

>>955322
>Be practical.

>Be practical
We should probably secure whatever the fuck this power core is.

>>955322
>Try to catch up with 76

>>955322
>After tonight I'll have nowhere else to go. I'll come with if you're recruiting otherwise... *looks at Soldier*

>>955332
fuck it actually, I'm going with this.

>>955322
>Be practical.

>Be practical.
Well not the first time a job went south probably won't be the last. How much do you think that core will sell for?
>What did he mean by starting up Overwatch again?

>>955326
>>955328
>>955339
>>955342


For now you have to be practical, stay focused. "Tracer. What the hell do we do with this core thing? We should probably secure this. It looks ... dangerous."

Tracer slaps herself on the cheeks. "Right. We've got to get this squared away." She activates her communicator. "Wiiiiinstooon! I've got the core. Calling for evac!"

"Right away," you hear the deep voice of the world's only ape scientist reply. "Coming in now."

"That's sorted soon enough, then," she says.

You say to her, "What did he mean by starting up Overwatch again?"

Tracer takes a look at you, sizing you up. Then she grins. "Just wot he said. We're starting it back up again. The world still needs heroes. Right now it's just Winston and me. But we're going to change all that." She takes out one of her pistols, twirls it around her finger, thinking. Looks back at you. "I sawr you in action back there. You were pretty fast with those gadgets of yours. And if Jack vouches you, well, I can't think of a higher recommendation. What do you think, luv? Care to be our first recruit, and join the new Overwatch? The world could always use more heroes."

"Overwatch? I ..."

You used to dream about this. It's a dream you forgot a long time ago. A chance to be a hero. Now ...

>I'm in.
>I have to think about this.
>I can't.

>I'm in.

No sense in half assing the decision.

>>955373
>I can't.

>>955373
>>I'm in.

>>955373
>I'm in

>>955373
>I'm in.
Sounds fun.

>>955373
>Hell yes i wont let you down Tracer! I got all my stuff here no need to pack lets go! I cant believe i'm in Overwatch!

"I'm in," you say. Part of you wants to squeal with delight. Hell yes! I won't let you down, Tracer! I can't belive I'm in Overwatch! Instead, you casually say, "Sounds fun."

Tracer grabs your right hand with both of hers again, pumps it up and down with the same enthusiasm. "Orright! Welcome to the Overwatch Recruitment Program! I'm sure you'll be a big help. In fact, there's something I need your help with right away."

"What's that?"

She points to the power core. "Help me move this bloody thing!"

The roar of engines splits the air. A VTOL aircraft appears in the night sky. "There's Winston," she says. "I can't wait to introduce him to our first recruit. I have a good feeling about you."

>>955398
Fanboy pls

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1oXMy9VZQA

Thanks for playing Overwatch Quest! I hope you had fun. More will follow soon.

Follow my twitter for updates on this and my other game, Thug Quest: https://twitter.com/ravenkingquests

Great quest. Some of my favorite moments is when Tracer straight up turns a guy into chunky salsa or when I got our hero to where moon shoes

I don't actually play Overwatch. Doesn't it have relatively dense worldbuilding and backstory?

>>955771
Relative to video games, absolutely.

Each character has their own history, and connections to other characters. Several of them, such as both who showed up in this first chapter -- Tracer and Jack (aka Soldier 76) -- are former members of the original Overwatch. So we have 23 heroes and villains with origin stories. And we can surmise a great deal about the world through those stories, and from the levels in the game.

The exact timeline of the world's history is ... vague. But since our story takes place in the game's "present" of 2081, that will be fine.

>>955976
>>955771
If I am interpretting this correctly, and I am pretty sure I am a little off, we (the MC) is in the present of the game, directly after the events in the story and trailers.

>>956077

That's right. This takes place in the present of the game, after the animated shorts and comics. They're all considered to be canon for now. Doomfist's gauntlet was successfully defended from Talon by Tracer and Winston at the Overwatch Museum, and is now on loan to Numbani's Doomfist exhibit. King's Row has a statue dedicated to Mondatta after Widowmaker assassinated him. And so on.

I'm taking the setup for the game and making an actual story about a hero team, instead of randomly assembled FPS arena battles. The main difference is the existence of the MC.

>>956102
It's also canon that Terry Crews is Doomfist.

>IT'S ME
>GOODBYE

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>>956107
Seriously?!

Tracer huh?
We gonna hit that?

>>956666
Harder than a V 2 into London. Than a freight train into a car. Than the meteor that killed the dinosaurs.

>>956666
>>956754
The waifushitting is going to be off the charts in an Overwatch quest. This'll be crazy to watch.

>>956768
Nah, we already can say for certain that honhonhon-sniper is unavailable and quite a few of the other probably will be as well.

>>956779
Unless were actually a sleeper agent

Also mei is bei and genjis ass is off the charts

>>956779
As I understand it, by formally joining Overwatch, the MC is now ostensibly locked out of Widowmaker and Sombra.

D.Va looks nice.
Havent seen much of the others though

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>>956666
>>956779
>>956802

Nothing is impossible if you believe in yourself, anon.

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>>956666
>>956768
>>956779
>>956805
>>957340

I think you're all forgetting who is true best girl out of the bunch.

>>956802
Nah, hasn't stopped Tracer, has it?

>>957607
Too old.

>>957607
Fuck, that hood makes her look young.
Had no idea she was ancient.

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>>957737
>>957724

She's around 60 by the time she pops back up after faking her death, so I woudn't say too terribly old--maybe around the same age Old Snake was when he was running around the world.

And if you ask me it's a good 60

>>957607
Pretty sure she and Reinhardt are a thing.

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It's been twenty-four hours since you accepted Tracer's invitation to join Overwatch. Everything before then is already starting to seem like another life, one you can barely remember.

Yesterday you saw the base for the first time. As the Aurora aircraft finished its journey across the Atlantic, and the famous Rock of Gibraltar came into view. Soon you were descending to that rumored sanctuary of the forgotten heroes of Overwatch: Watchpoint Gibraltar. Once this place was merely an outpost used for communications, radar, and satellite launches. One of many reinforcing Overwatch's global network of strongpoints. Now the Watchpoint is now all that remains.

The base fell into decay after the disbanding. Some of it is still ruined or uninhabitable, but Winston has cleared out and restored the section between his laboratory and the satellite launchpad. Apparently he's lived here for several months, and has had plenty of time for "a little spring cleaning" as he phrased it.

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After you arrived, Tracer took you on a whirlwind tour of the base. She time-blinked ahead consistently, sometimes re-calling to your side to urge you ahead, as though forgetting that you were stuck moving through time at one speed.

"That's Winston's lab," she said. Zip! Zoop! "And this is the comm tower. Still working on getting the full network online." Zap! Zip! "That's the radar array. Spots any nasties coming in. Winston told me he got surprised here by Talon a few weeks ago. With the radar online, we'll be ready for them if they try a trick like that again."

Tracer led you through the garage, into the Aurora's hangar, and down a set of stairs labelled "Crew Quarters". At the bottom of the stairs you found a basic dormitory. Ten beds, a row of lockers, and some old posters left on the wall. You think you recognize that cartoon cat from somewhere.

"These are the bunks," said Tracer. "Used to be for the Aurora crew, but it's ours now. You can choose any one you like. Except for this one," she added. She blinked onto one of the beds, plopped herself down on it, grinned. "This one's mine."

>Y-You mean we'll be sleeping in the same room?
>Thanks for the tour.
>Tell me about the new Overwatch.
>Tell me about yourself.
>Something else.

>>957991
>>Thanks for the tour.

>>957991
>>Tell me about the new Overwatch.

>>957991
>Tell me about the new Overwatch.
>Tell me about yourself.

I thought Tracer has to live in specially designed quarters/home that lets her remain anchored in time without wearing the harness.

>>958004
>>958008
>>958011


You thought about asking Tracer about her harness, the chronal accelerator. Doesn't she need to live in some kind of specially designed room in order to keep her timeline stable without it? In the end, you decided not to ask about her "disability" out of the blue. You barely know her. Maybe there will be a better opportunity later.

"Tell me about the new Overwatch," you said instead. "Is it really just you and Winston? What are your plans?"

"Well for starters, there's you too, luv. So that makes three," she said, holding up three fingers. "As for our plans, well ...". She leant back on her hands, looked up at the ceiling. "I don't rightly know to be honest. I only connected with Winston a few days ago, when he sent out the recall signal. We've put out a few fires since then, like the LumeriCo power core in Dorado you helped us with. But wot're we going to do about the future? Talon is out there, the Omnics are fightin' in Russia, and the Petras Act still makes it illegal for Overwatch to operate ..." Tracer groaned, flopped back on her bed, covered her face with her hands. "I was countin' on Jack to handle all of this!"

You ...

>Tried to comfort her.
>Kept her focused.
>Made a joke.

Or maybe it was best you just left her alone for a while.

>Go talk to Winston in his laboratory.
>Practice
>Something else.

>>957991
>>Tell me about the new Overwatch.

Let's see who we're working with and who we still need to find.

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>>958079
>>Made a joke.

Then

>Go talk to Winston in his laboratory.

Let's maybe see if we can start taking on new members! Let's get some leads going!

>>958079
>Joke

Then

>Practice

>>958098
+1 for this

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>>958093
>>958098
>>958106

>MFW anons select "make a joke" and now I have to think of something funny

>>958129

Puns, Ravenking.

Terrible puns.

You know you want to.

>>958129
>At least you're the one talking to me and not that Jack guy. Man's got a voice that makes sandpaper feel like silk.

>>958129
>>958137
>At least you pulled me out of there when you did. If I had to hear one more "chinga tu madre," I was gonna flip.

>>958079
>Made a joke.
"Looks we need to find some infantry if you want to stay the cavalry then."
>Go talk to Winston in his laboratory.

"Hey, at least you're the one talking to me and not that Jack guy," you said. "Man's got a voice that makes sandpaper feel like silk."

Tracer giggled, despite herself. "That he does. You're a little easier to listen to yerself than that growly old bear. Maybe it's best he ain't here after all."

You continued to try to lighten the mood. "I don't see what you're worried about. We've got a talking gorilla scientist, an accidental time-traveller, and a criminal, coming together to re-form an illegal task force, banned by the United Nations. I'm sure no-one will even believe that team exists! They'll never see us coming."

"Of course!" Tracer sat up, pumped her fist. "It's the perfect element of surprise. They won't even believe we exist!"

"Anyway," you said. "Whatever happens, I'm glad you pulled me out of there when you did. I was done with that life. If I had to hear one more "chinga tu madre," I was gonna flip." You headed towards the stairs. "I'm going to go explore a little bit, find a place to practice. Talk to you later."

You left the crew quarters, exited the hangar into what Tracer had called the garage. There didn't seem to be actual vehicles, besides an old forklift. The sun glared brightly from the horizon, just visible over the radar array. This was a wide open area without any sensitive-looking equipment. Perfect for some quick practice, you thought. If you're going to be a member of Overwatch, you need to make sure your skills are up to the task.

You decided to practice ...

>Swordplay
>Gunfighting
>Mobility

>>958093
>>958163

We'll get to everyone's favorite scientist gorilla shortly.

>>958171
>>Swordplay

There should still be a couple bots from Genji was kicking around--hell, maybe even a dummy turret from Torbjorn's workshop might be in storage. Let's see what we can find!

>>958171
>mobility
Parkour around the base, you might even find something cool

>>958171
>Mobility
As DSPStanky has shown, mobility is king.
For the uninitiated:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmYDMNMUtxQ
and
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcA3cCQfe3s

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You plugged in a pair of headphones, turned on some classic swing music, and prepped the graviton actuators in your boots. "Mobility is the king," you said. "Got to stay on top."

You spent some time in the garage practicing the varieties of parkour available only to someone with gravity-altering boots. Low-gravity jump boosts to useful high ground positions. Running across the wall to an unexpected flank. You visualized combat situations in your mind, trying to imagine, if there was someone there, then I would go here ... if I took fire from below, then I'd need to run up this wall, and jump there ...

Through the music, you heard a deep voice laughing nearby. You stopped, turned off your music player, and looked over to see a large armored gorilla sitting up on the ledge above the dip in the road.

"Hi there," called Winston. "That was an impressive display of mobilty with those graviton actuators." The gorilla stood up and activated his jump jets, hurtling through the air, landing with a ground-shaking THUD nearby you. You tried not to flinch. Winston adjusted his glasses, smiled politely. "Just wanted to make sure you were settling in okay. Tracer gave you the tour? Showed you the quarters?"

"She did, yeah. I think I've got the the place figured out. I mean, it's just one big line from your laboratory to the launchpad, really."

"That it is. I needed to have the path clear for a certain project I have in mind for the near future." Winston sat himself down on the ground, took out a banana. "Do you mind? I know it's a stereotype, but I still love these. Thanks." He started to peel the banana with his feet. "You might be wondering why the reformed Overwatch ... the so-called Overwatch you might say ... is only Tracer and myself. I activated the recall signal a few days ago. And only Tracer answered. At first, I thought -- well, I thought the others weren't interested. But I realized that there was a problem with our communications array."

"So the signal didn't go out properly?" you asked.

"Correct. I believe it only reached Lena, who happened to be in London." Winston chewed thoughtfully on a mouthful of banana, swallowed. "I have a plan to boost our communcations capacity, which should allow us to send the signal properly.

"As for you and Tracer? Well, we can't have you two just sitting around here keeping me company. I have other ideas for things to keep you busy." Winston looks up at the setting sun, adjusts his glasses. "It's getting late. Why don't you turn in for the night? Stop by my laboratory tomorrow after breakfast with Tracer. We'll go over some options."

>Sounds good.
>I'm glad to be working with you.
>What do you have in mind?

>>958228
>What do you have in mind?

>>958228

>What do you have in mind?

>>958228
>>What do you have in mind?

Do we need to steal something to make it work?

>>958228
>What do you have in mind?
"To be honest, I told Tracer that I had her action figure when I was younger. I didn't tell her that I had scraped together enough to by the whole set."

>>958250
+1

And can we ask:
"What was it like before?"

"What do you have in mind?" you asked. "Do you have to steal something to make it work?"

"No, I've actually got all the parts I need right here in the Watchpoint. This was always a satellite launching facility. And since what I need to do is launch a satellite, that part more or less came together on its own. All that's left now is for the power of science to do its work. And by that I mean I have a lot of work to do patching bits and pieces of old comm satellites together.

"I have many things in mind for you and Lena. But right now, with just the three of us, we're vulnerable. Our highest priority is to track down some other agents. Athena couldn't send them the recall signal, but she did manage to locate a handful of my old friends. Angela, Reinhardt, Jesse, and others. We haven't exactly stayed in touch over the years. But I'm betting that if we show them the opportunity to do good in the world again, they'll be willing to take it. You and Lena will just have to show it to them."

"All right, then. Me and L- Tracer will get on it." You scuffed your foot awkwardly. "To be honest, I told Tracer that I had her action figure when I was younger. I didn't tell her that I had scraped together enough to by the whole set."

"Heh. Well, I won't let her in on your secret. But think of this. Maybe someday you'll have your own action figure."

Winston turned away to go back to his laboratory, but you called after him. "Can I just ask -- what was it like? Before, I mean."

"It was ..." Winston took a moment, looked up at the sky. "I suppose you heard that I grew up on the moon. I didn't come to Earth until I was a grown ape. It was very strange, for many years. Until Overwatch. They made the Earth feel like my home. For me, that's all there is to it."

Winston shambled off, knuckle-walking back to his laboratory.

(Continued)

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All of that was yesterday. This morning, after a quick breakfast of protein bars and canned beans in the Watchpoint's sadly under-stocked kitchen, you and Tracer join Winston in his laboratory.

"Good morning," calls Winston, currently swinging from the large tire hanging by a rope from the ceiling. He hops off the tire swing, lands with a thud. "It's time that we continued adding to our ranks. With our young companion here, there are three of us. But we'll need more to fight back against the rising conflict in the world." He knuckle-walks over to the control bank for the holographic globe, taps a few keys. Five agent locations spring to life across the world.

"Athena was able to detect activity from these agents," says Winston. "We have a fix on recent locations from them. You should be able to head out together, and do what you can to convince them to join us." The gorilla sits back, takes off his glasses, breathes on them, begins to polish them. "I feel compelled to warn you, the areas you'll find most of them in are not what I'd consider safe. It seems our friends are staying busy."

Winston puts his glasses back on, walks over to the holo-globe. "Personally, I would recommend contacting Dr. Ziegler first," he says, tapping Switzerland. Mercy's angelic form and Overwatch profile appear on the nearby wall screen. "We could use somebody to patch us up if anything goes wrong. She's proficient both as a combat medic and as one of the foremost medical professionals on the planet. Even if you don't take her into battle alongside you, she'll make sure that whatever happens to you out there, you'll be back in fighting shape for your next mission."

You walk over to the holo-globe, examining your choices.

Who should you recruit first to the new Overwatch?

>Angela Ziegler, aka "Mercy": Zurich, Switzerland
>Reinhardt Wilhelm: Eichenwalde, Germany
>Torbjörn Lindholm: Gothenburg, Sweden
>Jesse McCree: Deadlock Gorge, USA
>Genji Shimada: Hanamura, Japan

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>>958314
>>Torbjörn Lindholm: Gothenburg, Sweden

Turrets are love, turrets are life.

>>958314
>Angela Ziegler, aka "Mercy": Zurich, Switzerland

>>958314
>>Jesse McCree: Deadlock Gorge, USA

>Angelfu
Mercy may or may not help with Genji later.

>>958314
>We need a healer!

>>958314
>Angela Ziegler, aka "Mercy": Zurich, Switzerland

>>958314
>Angela Ziegler, aka "Mercy": Zurich, Switzerland
"Maybe we can hit Reinhardt on the way back. The man was the heart of Overwatch."

>>958314
>Mercy

>>958380
Agreeing to swing by Rein if possible

>>958321
>>958326
>>958329
>>958335
>>958380
>>958385


"I agree," you say. "Let's contact Dr. Ziegler. We're going to need someone to patch us up. You can only be lucky for so long before you need a healer."

"My thoughts exactly," replies Winston.

"Maybe we can hit Reinhardt on the way back. The man was the heart of Overwatch."

"Heh. That's true. For all his talk of glory and honor, Reinhardt always put the team first. I'll get you set up with the Aurora. Before you go, however." Winston turns one of the nearby small monitors in your direction. "I should probably introduce you to Athena."

"Good day, recruit," says a smooth, female, clearly artificial voice from the computer. "It's good to have you on the team. I am Athena, Watchpoint Gibraltar's computer system, and Winston's research assistant. I look forward to working with you."

Winston taps away at his keyboard. "While you're here, and we have Athena's attention. Why don't we set up your official profile as an Overwatch Recruit?"

>>958391
"Sounds great! Due I need a callsign right now, or should it come about naturally like 'Mercy' did?"

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It's time for That Question.

Choose a gender.
>Male
>Female

Choose a name:
>Arc
>Bandit
>Cage
>Crow
>Edge
>Swift

>Write-in

>>958395
Male

Sturmfuhrer!

>>958395
Or you can stay behind the mask, and remain a mystery for now.

>>958395

>>Female
>Bandit

Sword and pistol...maybe some sort of pervading lightning motif?

>>958395
>>Female
>Let's hold off on our callsign, and let it come about naturally like 'Mercy' did, kinda like >>958394

>>958395
>Male

Like I said, let it come naturally.

>>958395
>Male
>Let it make itself

>>958395
>Female
>Bandit

I really like the call sign.

>>958395
Also did you forget to tweet or did I just miss it?

>>958419
I did forget to tweet I was resuming this thread today, yes.

>>958395
>>Male

>>958395
>Male

Hold off on Callsign.

I kinda want the MC to be Canadian.

>>958439
I was thinking Western Asian.

>>958439
I support Canadian.

>>958440
Have you seen Toronto? He's probably Asian.

>>958440
>>958441

Culturally Canadian, ethnically a bit of a mixed bag? He's got Italian, Irish, Japanese, Indian, Swiss, etc in his genetic makeup.

>>958444
>"What Race are you?"
>"Yes."

>>958397
>>958401
>>958402
>>958407
>>958412
>>958416
>>958438
>>958439
>>958439
>>958441
>>958444


"I always liked to keep a few secrets," you say. "I'll tell you this much. The name some people call me by is Bandit. I don't know if I want that to be my official Overwatch name or whatever. Maybe something will come naturally. But that's what you can call me for now." You think a moment, then add, "And I'm from Canada. Might as well put that in there. Overwatch is a global task force, right? Now you've got your first Canadian agent."

"All right, Bandit," says Winston. "I'm happy to tell you that you are now officially registered as an Overwatch recruit. Congratulations, young man."

"Congrats, luv!" Tracer says with a wink. "Why don't I go see if the store room's got anything to drink for us to celebrate with?" She blinks away in a blue streak.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Winston calls after her.

A distinctive whizzing sound fills the air as Tracer recalls to her position four seconds ago. "Roight! The mission! Yes. Of course." She pounds her fist down into her other hand. "We're going to go find Mercy, and get her on the team! Let's do this!"

When you were a child, you dreamed of joining Overwatch. This wasn't exactly what it looked like in your imagination. There were a lot more people celebrating and cheering you on. Instead it's just you, a gorilla in glasses, and a spaced-out time traveller.

Still.

An Overwatch agent.

You walk out of Winston's laboratory with Tracer, into the bright sunlight. The sun is rising in the blue sky. You feel a smile on your face.

>>958449
To our female voters, take heart. Bandit claims to be male, but who knows what's really under the mask?

Either way, our MC is a slim, athletic person, medium height, unidentifiable mixed race. A former adventurer-turned-criminal, focusing on agility, skill, and gadgetry over strength or durability.

I'm done for tonight, guys. Thanks for playing Overwatch Quest.

Feel free to discuss, ask questions, or drop feedback here.

Follow my twitter for updates on this and my other game, Thug Quest: https://twitter.com/ravenkingquests

>>958463
Thanks for running guy.

>>958463
Have we finalized our abilities?

>>958469
Only some of them. MC here has the ability to level up over time.

MC Current Stats:

Callsign: Bandit
Nationality: Canadian
Base: Unknown
Role: Attack

HP: 200, Speed: 5.5
Equipment:
Gunblade (1/2): Transforms between a sword and a mid-range firearm.
Magnetic Barrier (E): Activate to protect yourself from projectile attacks.
Gravity Boots (Jump): Jump higher, fall slower, run on walls.

You don't yet have what the heroes call an "ultimate ability". But you have a vision to create some kind of Omnislash ability. You also feel like you could use another gadget in your arsenal, and that your magnetic barrier could use a little extra ... something. Maybe now that you have access to Winston's laboratory, and connections with the scientists of Overwatch, they can help you out with some of these upgrades you're thinking about.

So we have a few open slots for gadgets, allowing our MC here to level up over time as you recruit more scientists. You start with Winston who can help you boost your energy-based abilities. With his help, you can probably develop that Omnislash ultimate. In the future, who knows?

What do we look like, what is our aesthetic?
With the criminal background and gunsword weapon I'm thinking something like a payday character with a suit, gauntlets and greaves.
Also I'm not a fan of the ethnicity being everything. Maybe instead Italian-Canadian with Russian ancestry?

>>958481
I approve the Omnislash.
An idea for a gadget would be gravity gloves that let's us push and pull enemy's and allies.
For our barrier the ability to reflect the bullets at the end like a shotgun blast is obvious but i also had an idea about compressing and shaping the projectiles into armor instead.

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Hope you guys weren't hoping to romance Tracer or this quest takes liberalites to the canon.

>>958787
Source? I ain't calling bullshit but I think considering the amount of porn with tracer we would have seen this person...

>>958813
Apparently, the new online comic released today for Christmas. Tracer is officially a lesbian (or at least likes girls).

>>958815
I am calling bullshit, but I respect your point. Still they wouldn't be dumb enough to do this right? This is a very bad idea to do with an "established" character.

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Just had a look through the comic. It's real. Not exactly sure what Blizzard was thinking with this one.

Tracer's probably bisexual anyway. That's not the issue for me:

>MFW Blizzard thinks Tracer would casually have a relationship with a civilian while becoming an outlaw superhero.

The whole point of a superhero's secret identity so the regular people in their lives don't get targeted by the villains, right?

I'm thinking in my canon, Tracer breaks it off with Emily shortly after this comic, too worried about her being hurt or used as a pawn by Talon or whatever.

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>>958813
It's real. Check the official comics online.
>tfw Pharmercyfags BTFO
>GenjixMercy is canon

So, I am going to treat this in the most logical manner possible and state that one of these statements is true;

1) Tracer is bisexual, problem solved.

2) That shit ain't canon. Which to be frank a large portion of it shouldn't be;

Why are soldier 76 and Ana hanging out when 76 is trying to disconnect from his past?

Why is widdowmaker hanging out at a graveyard, presumably grieving, when she no longer has any emotions / attachment to those people?

There are more but you get the idea.

3) There is shit going on we don't know; maybe it is a part of her cover story or some bullshit but I think I am going to go with 2.

>>958852
Widow still has feelings deep down. When Mercy resurrects her, she sometimes screams, "Let me go back! I want to see him!"

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>>958708
Regarding appearance, here's the "MC Inspiration" collage I threw together last night. Let me know what you guys think.