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Picked the wrong day to start a Red Dead Redemption 2 replay rule
Overwatch. It looks fun from the outside, but I'm forced to participate in short matches where I repeatedly die, come back and kill cute yet soulless people all day long, for a year.
I started eating people on day 3. There is a hole were my humanity used to be. A hole that can only be filed by trembling, bloody, screaming flesh. The hamster was first. He was easy. Then, month after month, I got through the rest of the roster, each one with a different bottle of wine from the Paris deathmatch map. Now my appetite, form and spirit have grown beyond what is humanly conceivable. When the map loads and they see me, they all run and shriek as my many mouths start tearing through their ever fresh, juicy bodies. As if they too were starting to remember their unending, inescapable demise.
One day it will end, but in the meantime I need to feel their bones break and heartbeats fade on my tongues. Such delicious marrow. Such delicious broth.
Overwatch.exe