Of course I knew about Overwatch , I mean what gamer didn't wasn't at least vaguely aware of it . Unfortunately knowing about Overwatch and knowing its lore and the histories of the characters are two different things and I had no idea about the latter.

And when I said as such to my mysterious alien space bat benefactor his/her/its (fuck was this confusing) response was a simple

"Don't worry you will figure out eventually" said its voice almost cheerfully before continuing "I am not gonna lie , brace yourself because this next part is gonna hurt , sorry in advance" it said apologetically

"Wait! What?!" I yelped in fear before the pain started : hot,white all encompassing pain as if every single atom of my being pierced with a thousand hot needles. It was maddening and it lasted for what seemed like an eternity to the point where I thought this was all some dying dream and I just ended up in hell.

But at last came sweet relief as I felt myself floating almost blissfully before feeling solid ground under my feet. At last I found myself capable of opening my eyes again. I was standing in the middle of what looked like a shopping mall ; there were a lot of people but it wasn't crowded. Everything looked so….futuristic , sleek and just a little cyberpunkish, familiar but different enough to clue me in that this wasn't the "real" world.

I stood there for who knows how long before I finally comprehended the situation I was in and I bolted to the nearest restroom I could find , the directions were all written in what I assumed was French and luckily German as well.

Luckily the men's room was empty and I took the opportunity to get a good look at myself. The face that stared back at me was definitely mine but at the same time something just felt... off it looked almost sculpted and free from a lot of the imperfections that plagued my old face (not all them, the small scar above my left eye was still there for some reason.

I tried to calm myself, breathing in and out so I can collect my thoughts. Here I was in an unknown reality , cast here by some eldritch abomination to fix some catastrophe ; Me of all people! And to top it all off it wasn't like i had a single inkling of knowledge on how this world works or my own supposed powers. I was still hoping this was all some sort of lucid nightmare that I will wake from any second now. I even tried focusing on waking up or open my "real" eyes but alas no such luck.

Resigned to my faith and knowing I couldn't hide in the bathroom forever I got out and decided to at least explore my surroundings, with the vague goal of at least finding some clue on what to do.

I never got the chance because before I knew it I was flung several meters into the air before unceremoniously falling on (and destroying ) a nearby store sign.

As I got back up to my feet I heard, the ringing in my ears was soon replaced by the just as unpleasant sound of screaming and the rocking thunderous boom of more explosions.

As my vision cleared I saw the smouldering wreckage of what was once an ordinary shopping mall and at my feet were the torn remains of some unlucky bastard's legs. I was horrified , frozen in place but that lasted only second until I felt some sort of instinct kick in and I was quickly moving towards the wreckage, I could somehow sense that there were people buried alive down there and afraid as I am I couldn't just let them suffocate.

"He said I had powers similar to Alex Mercer, didn't he?" I thought out loud as I looked at my hand and focused at changing them to something more suitable for the task at hand.

Sure enough I could feel it working (to my considerable relief) as my I felt my muscles deform, my bones breaking and reforming and my cartilage plates merging with each other . Oddly I didn't feel anything approaching the level of pain I was supposed to be suffering from but I won't complain about that.

Once my "transformation" was done I wasted no time getting to work. I could sense at least three people down there. Digging with all my new found strength I was soon moving wreckage and dirt at a phenomenal pass and was able to rescue two of the three : a young man and woman, probably a couple. They were frightened and bruised but otherwise seemed healthy , I mustered all my limited knowledge of German to try and tell them to run away from here and luckily they seemed to understand the gist of what I was saying.

The remaining victim left however was a little boy, no older than six i guessed, his face a mess of bleeding wounds and cuts , clutching in fear a heavily deformed corpse that I could only assume was whatever was left of his parent. I was nauseous but I didn't have time to feel sick as I quickly grabbed him even as he futilely struggled against me and screamed in a language I didn't understand at all. I knew he probably didn't want to abandon his parent but I couldn't just leave him like this and frankly his struggles weren't even an annoyance to me even as he started biting and scratching.

Grabbing him tightly I started running to where I vaguely remembered the emergency exit was only to find it blocked behind tons of wreckage and debris. I couldn't just put him down to dig through it and risk him running away , not helping me think was sensing dozens more "life signals" (I guess I have no idea what else to call them) trapped under debris and I could hear their panicking thoughts somehow.

And just when I thought things couldn't get worse, robots show up and not your garden variety rescue bots either but murder machines yelling "No humans".

Yep I could tell this was going to be fun.

Watchpoint: Gibraltar.

"Alright Winston, what's the problem this time, love" Tracer said chipper as ever.

"We have another terrorist bombing, this time in Geneva." The evolved Gorilla sighed sadly, and she could understand why , it was the fifth one this week.

"Null Sector again?" she said more a statement than a question.

"Indeed, we are stretched thin enough as is so it will be just you this time, however Mercy is close by and she'll rendezvous with you there."

"Guess , I better get moving".