Last night I had the most authentic Overwatch match, just like it was meant to be by Blizzard
So, I’m sitting in my living room and tryharding the game. It was a difficult one for our team, so I tried to do my best carrying on Soldier 76.
It could have been just one of those sweaty matches, left dusting in history, but then… Something happened.
My dog sat in front of me and dropped a huge fucking load of shit right on the floor beside a TV.
The emotions I had at the time are truly indescribable. I couldn’t leave the game to clean the floor because I would’ve been banned from competitive matchmaking. So here I was, sweating for our team to win and smelling a real fucking stinky pile of dogshit right in front of me.
Ain’t that the way this game was meant to be played all along?