The world was peaceful, at last. The payload was delivered, Torbjorn had his turret babies, and the organisation known as Overwatch was disbanded, successfully having completed many capturing of points. There was nothing that could be bad in this new heaven!
"Hush child, sleep tight", a young voice whispered the those who were troubled around the world, their god blessing their dreams with fun and joy.
"I pray to thee, thou shalt not bring pain, but peace to thou bretheren across the globe. Wish your people the joyous nights of dreams long forgotten, filled with thou thots of the unknown. We wish thee the world but more within out hearts, my lord, god, and lad", a cloaked figure sounded to what seemed like thin air, kneeling at a temple decorated with pictures of those long forgotten; ancient sculptures of rock frogs and various other tropical beings.
As the last prayer was spoken, the wind seemed to shift, hissing almost. All could hear this hissing, and all spoke their thots.
"Yes my lord, god, and lad. What do you say to your fine people?", They spoke at once, as the hissing grew louder.
"Sssss" the wind replied.
The retired people of Overwatch stood in awe, finally realising the true meaning of their lives, dedicated to their lord, god, and lad. They gathered in a clearing, staring at the moon resting peacefully in all it's glory, once again thanks to their god. Tracer stood with her girlfriend, Torbjorn once again with his digusting turret babies, even the payload itself had arrived to veiw the glory of this amazing event! The hissing grew louder, having had once more, a letter added on to the message.
"Sssssppppp" it once again howled.
The people were amazed at this spectacle, their beleif was finally going to speak to it's people. And what glorious message will it bring along to grace it's people with on this fine, and purely spectacular evening. The moon seemed to glow, as though as excited as the life forms scattered around the globe.
"SSSSPPPPEEEE"
The sound grew louder, no doubt being heard everywhere, perhaps even around the whole solar system.
"SSSSSPPPPPPEEEEEEEEE"
All life held their breaths, even the plants... Somehow.
This was it.
Maybe the end of the world.
Maybe the start of another.
Whatever the outcome may have been,
Life was ready.
And with one final blast of wind, the message was sounded at long last, leaving the world, solar system, galaxy, and universe all awestruck.
"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDD
BBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!"
The cloaked figure standing atop the temple unveiled it's hood, revealing none other than Lucio.
He smirked.