Yo, it's Inktavia. Feeling a bit down, thought fulfilling a sin book request would help me feel better. So basically FFN user JamesFames asked me to sin his Overwatch fic, The Samurai. I told him I would get to it, then completely forgot about it. But I finally managed to find a chance to start working on it, so here it is.

Also decided I'm fixing the grammar mistakes in here as I type, and I'm not sinning that.

First things first, I'm making a rule. A sin for everything against canon. Because I'm that rude. Also making a counter, too.

Overwatch: The Samural

Chapter One: Overkill Indeed, sinning this is overkill. *ding*

It was a dark night in the futuristic New York City as a hooded figure roamed the streets, entering a café as a waitress walked up.

"What can I getcha, sir?" She smiled, as she prepared her notepad and pen.

"Just coffee." The stranger shrugged, taking a seat next to the window. But what kind of coffee? If you say a caramel macchiato, I'm reporting you to the cliche police. *ding*

"You got it, pal." The waitress nodded as she prepared the coffee maker. "You come from out of state?"

"Something like that." The stranger shrugged as he received his coffee. "Just came by to visit an old friend." 1. Bullshit, coffee can't be done that quickly! *ding* 2. I'm gonna call it the friend is 76. It's gotta be 76. *ding*

"Interesting." The waitress nodded. "So, where'd ya stop by from?"

"Great Britain." The stranger shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee. "I was visiting a girlfriend of mine who resides there." Calling it it's Tracer. *ding*

"A long distance girlfriend, huh?" The waitress grinned. "She got a name?"

"Obviously." The stranger rolled his eyes. "Her name is Lena Oxton." 1. r00d. *ding* 2. That's one thing against canon. Tracer is lez. Anti-Canon Count rising to 1. *ding*

"Lena Oxton?" The waitress gasped. "You mean you're the boyfriend of the one and only Tracer?" No, the other Lena Oxton, the one that isn't Tracer. *ding*

"Yep." The stranger nodded, removing his hood. "Name's Jet." mfw jet the hawk from the Sonic series *ding*

Sin for having an explanatory paragraph about what he looks like. Easily could've put who was under the hood at the beginning of the chapter. *ding*

"Wow, you're THE Jet Lightning?!" The waitress gasped again. "Oh my God! You're a big hero around these parts!" Not Jet the Hawk. Disappointed. *ding*

This fact was true. Before Overwatch had disbanded, Jet was the newest member of the organization, with impressive sword skills to boot. Genji's better. *ding* Also sin for my iPad correcting "Genji" to "Benji." *ding* But before that, he was a world travelling bounty hunter, navigating the world and improving his skills. So he was basically Dog the Bounty Hunter. Reference Nobody Gets Counter: 1. *ding* He would later come across the Overwatch member Tracer, and the two would have a quick fight that ended in a draw. YAY IT ENDED IN COLORING- *ding* Tracer then introduced him to the other members of Overwatch, and he soon became close with almost every member of the team, DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY FUCKIN DVA. *ding* later starting an intimate relationship with Tracer. Dude. If they had sex. Both of them are fast. How fast would he cum? *ding* However, after Overwatch fell apart, Jet cut ties with almost everyone, and just fell of the face of the Earth. 9-1-1, we have a flat earther. *ding* The only few people he hadn't cut ties with were three of his closest friends: Winston, McCree, and Tracer, of course. After his intimate moment with Tracer in Great Britain, HOW FAST DID HE CUM. THIS MUST BE ANSWERED. *ding* he traveled to New York to seek out Winston for reasons unknown.

Added sin for that being a long as hell paragraph. *ding*

"Now I wouldn't call myself a hero, per se..." Jet chuckled modestly.

"Don't be modest." The waitress declared. "My son happens to be a big fan of yours!" 2 known fans. Way more popular than I'll ever be. *ding*

"Is that so?" Jet smirked.

"Yes; he has big dreams of becoming a hero, just like you!" The waitress nodded. HELLO AND WELCOME TO MY HERO ACADEMIA- *ding* "In fact, he said-"

But before she could finish, FINISH HER... a bullet crashed through the window and entered her skull, killing her instantly and sending her body falling onto the floor. FATALITY. *ding*

"Wonderful." Jet sighed, not even looking at the mess or where the bullet came from. "I swear, every time I meet a woman, disaster follows." 1. Jet is legit the king of not giving a fuck in this story. *ding* 2. Disaster, in the form of unplanned pregnancy. *ding*

Sipping the last bit of coffee, Jet rose from his seat and walked out of the doors, stopping to see about 20 Talon troops, all equipped with assault rifles, with their barrels pointed at Jet.

"Don't move!" One of the Talon commanders yelled. "On your knees, punk! Now!" With a wave of my finger and a flick of my dick, one shot from me will kill you quick, so get on your knees to suck and blow, but not right now I've got to go! *ding*

"I didn't hear a 'pretty please,'" Jet tounted, throwing off his cloak, which revealed a black exoskeleton suit and his signature katana, sheathed in a scabbard with a curiously placed trigger below the sword's hilt and a magazine loaded into it like a rifle mechanism. Jet is a badass. I encounter him in Borderlands 2, I phaselock that bitch. *ding* "Besides, don't you fool's have anything better to do than harass me?"

"Shut up!" The Talon commander yelled. "We know that you're a former member of Overwatch and we have orders to bring you in! Now, on the ground, NOW!" And how did they gather this? Probably the fuckin' news. How could Jet have avoided Talon? BY WATCHING THE FUCKIN' NEWS. *ding*

"How rude." Jet sighed as he pulled out his katana; it appeared longer than an average katana and it sparked with electricity. "Perhaps I need to teach you a lesson in manners." Etiquette. It's useful. *ding*

"I said on the ground!" The commander yelled once more. "We are authorized to use lethal force if you do not-"

But before he could finish, FINISH HIM... Jet dashed at them at the speed of a fighter jet, and with swift speed cut all the Talon troopers down, sheathing his katana. 1. FATALITY. Fatality Counter: two. ding* 2. So THAT'S why he's called Jet. *ding* 3. With swift speed, he cut all the Talon troopers down. WITH SWIFT SPEED. THIS DUDE LOWKEY JET THE HAWK, BET. *ding*

"Perhaps you should've shown some respect to your fellow man." Jet smirked before sighing. "But then again, this IS Talon, so I guess they would never try to be polite in the first place." ROASTED. *ding*

He then casually walked away from the scene, then got on a motorcycle he parked behind a dumpster.

"Hopefully I'm not too late to see Winston," Jet mumbled. "Or rather, I hope I get to him first."

As Jet drove off into the night, a dark shadowy figure watched from afar. Widowmaker. Widowmaker. Widowmaker. *ding*

Added sin for him saying you can PM him to add OCs to the story. Let me just have a quick check... IT'S NOT FINISHED. I REVOKE THIS SIN IF YOU ADD THE OVERWATCH OC I'M MAKING RIGHT NOW. *ding*

Total Sin Count: 35

Sentence: Failing Math Class ("1 minus 1 equals 35." -Beetlejuice)

Finally. I'm finished. JamesFames, you're welcome.