The omnic man walked over to his desk, taking a seat in the old, worn out swivel chair. Looking to his computer, he'd take the camcorder from his pocket, plug it into the computer, and his record. His own image would pop on in the computer, along with the sign REC to signify he was being recorded. Sighing, he'd begin to speak.

"My name…. is Springlock….."

"Of course, that's not my actual name but, as far as I'm concerned, the other me….. Doesn't exist…. The coward who hid in the shadows while his world was destroyed by a pack of villains who were praised as heroes…. At least for the most part….."

Springlock sighed and leaned back in his chair. It took all of his will to not start screaming at the camcorder. His head was filled with hatred and rage for…. Them… those self-proclaimed heroes who honestly believed they were doing good…. Leveling himself back out, he looked back to the camera.

"Fifteen years ago, the Omnics declared war….. The Omnic crisis they called it. A rebellion again the humans who have pushed us around, treated us like dirt, and abused us for centuries. Now don't get me wrong I was never a part of this rebellion. All I wanted was to keep my family safe, AWAY from the field of battle…. But no, once the omnics started rebelling, it was free game to kill as many omnics or omnic supporters as anyone wanted. So the humans started lashing out at innocent, regular omnics on the streets!"

"One day…. My wife and I, she was human, we had a plan to escape all of this… We were gonna move to Numbani, away from the war, away from the hate, and our child was going to grow up and live a happy life…. We never managed to leave the house. An angry mob of humans stormed out home, OUR HOME! They burned it to the ground, and my family-! ….. All I wanted was to escape this war, and it brought itself to our front door….. They killed my wife, and took my child from me! I begged them, I pleaded, to just let me have my child back, she was just a baby! But…"

Springlock raised his right arm, a scrappy, thrown together spare arm took the place of it's original. It wasn't pretty, but it functioned well. It even had a stronger grip due to it's clunky and heavy material.

"They tore me to pieces… They told me that I would never be able to hurt anyone ever again….. They were wrong…."

Springlock looked back to the camera with a newfound determination.

"I swear on my wife's grave, that I will have revenge for what those humans did. And these heroes, this Overwatch, wants to bring us together for peace? Between humans and omnics!? How can humanity have peace with us, when they have yet to make peace with THEMSELVES! Overwatch may have been shut down, but so long as they still stand, painting themselves as allies, the world will never know peace! So mark my words, I don't care how long it takes, I don't care what I have to do…."

"I will destroy Overwatch"

"and once I'm done with them, I will wipe this, DISEASE, of humanity off the face of the planet"

"And there is nothing they can do to stop me"

And with that, Springlock shut of the computer, and copied the video onto a flash drive. Labeling it "revenge", he put the flash drive into the little wooden back his wife used to keep her jewelry in, now filled with surviving pictures of his family, and slammed it shut. He meant every word he said, and he didn't care who he has to hurt, he will accomplish his mission. And the first step, is to get. That. gauntlet.