Sooo a few updates. Grandmother passed away, so we are working on a wake for her. Chapters will definitely be delayed from that. Gotta be there for my family, you know. Um, I'm changing my major! Not gonna be an artist anymore. I found out my true passion in a business standpoint is… writing! Haha! So thank you all for making me realize what I really want to do for a career. I'm dead serious right now. Writing this story made me realize I see writing as a better career choice. Because I actually want to give my stories out to the public. So, thank you, all of you, for reading this story and giving me feedback. You guys helped me, so, thank you! Anyway. here's the chapter.
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Where should it go? Where would it go? How would it get there? All these questions went through Ganymede's mind as it watched the Bastion, sitting comfortably in the nest he had built upon the robot's mechanical shoulder. 'What an odd device,' Ganymede said to himself. The Bastion was unlike anything Ganymede had ever seen before. A sentry of metal and wires and LED's, happily humming and beeping to itself as it lumbered its way around the forest of Ilios. Though the metal plating was cold and almost unforgiving, Ganymede felt a protective comfort from the Bastion's presence, as if the robot was his guardian, his home.
Ever since its awakening, Ganymede had remained with the Bastion for years, not knowing where it would take him. He only knew that his home was now mobile and that he'd have to get used to fixing his nest every once in a while.
During the pair's journey, they came across other animals of the Ilios forests, many of which Ganymede knew; the ever faithful squirrels, the mischievous parrots, the thieving raccoons, and the timid butterflies. And with every encounter, the Bastion would take its time inspecting them, interacting with them. To Ganymede, it seemed like he was forming a bond with the animals.
'But how can that be?', Ganymede asked himself, 'A man made machine, bonding with nature?'.
However, he realized that there are some things you shouldn't question. Nature had a way of manipulating those that enter it. Perhaps a Bastion was no exception. Besides, he had already built his nest upon the machine's shoulder, so it did not seem strange that the other creatures of Ilios would feel the same attraction that Ganymede had.
The flowers and moss which had overtaken the Bastion did not just attract the timid butterflies, but the bees and moths as well; Ganymede's favorite prey.
As the smaller insects buzzed and zipped their way towards the flowers, blinded by the bright colors and the scent of pollen, Ganymede would happily snatch a moth out of the air, crushing it in his beak, reveling in the feast that the Bastion brought to him. Eventually, however, the Bastion lumbered out of the forest, towards civilization. It seemed, to Ganymede, that the Bastion had set a new course. He didn't have to go with the robot. Ganymede could fly back into the forest and stay there, in his own territory, in his home. But something, some innate feeling was telling the small bird to stay with this machine, stay in the nest he had carefully constructed on its shoulder, to just stay with Bastion.
Yes, Bastion. It was easier to call it that than 'The Bastion'. Happy with his decision, Ganymede nestled itself deep inside his nest, feeling the steady thumping of Bastion's footsteps as it hobbled down the forest hill, into the small town below, over looking the coast. Where should it go? Where would it go? How would it get there? Ganymede let the questions fade away and decided to let nature take its course.
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How long had it been since they've done that? Fifteen, twenty years? However long it had been, it sure felt damn good to do it again.
Lena had collapsed right beside Jack, exhausted from the rigorous physical activity that they had completed. Their muscles ached, their bodies glistened with sweat, chests rose and fell heavily with each breath they took.
She had longed for that touch again for years and she soaked in every second of it. Even in his older age, Jack still knew how to handle her. He may have even gotten better! Perhaps it did get better with age.
The only thing that actually was bothersome about their moment was the fact she still had to wear the damn chronal accelerator, just to keep her in this plane of existence. But overall, it didn't matter. What mattered was that Jack was here, with her.
Laying on her stomach, beside him, Lena placed her hand upon Jack's bare chest. Long deep scars ran down his body, no doubt from the explosion at the Swiss base. She couldn't help but slowly pull her fingers along the contour of one of them, feeling the texture, imagining the pain he must have felt. His skin was still youthful from the serum the UN pumped into him, but the scar, the scar was just a reminder of how mortal Jack still was.
Lena felt Jack's arm come around her, softly running his thick fingers through her hair. She loved it when he did that. Something about it made her skin crawl with joy. Still keeping her fingers on the scar, she nestled closer into his body, feeling his warmth with hers. The scars. So many scars. Along his chest, his ribs, his abdomen, his legs.
She had to know. She had to know what happened that day, when she thought she lost him. She took a breath, let it out, and spoke.
"Jack,"
"Mm?" he mumbled, keeping his fingers in her hair.
"Tell me, what happened that day? How'd you get out of there, love?"
Jack paused for a moment. He didn't want to remember the worst day of his life. The fight between him and Reyes, the slaughter of Overwatch agents by the members of Blackwatch. Rookies he was going to train that very day, gunned down by armed professionals. They never stood a chance. Then, the explosion. He didn't see it coming. He didn't even think Reyes saw it coming. Why blow up the base with him still inside it? Granted, he was still alive to this day, but why risk it? There were other forces outside of Blackwatch that day. Maybe it was Talon, maybe someone completely different. They'd get to the bottom of it and they'd make them pay. But for now, he wanted his peace, with Lena.
"I… don't want to think about it right now, okay, Ley? I'll tell you another time…" he said, looking down at her big brown puppy eyes.
He hated holding information from her, but this time, he just couldn't bring himself to pull the memories to the front. Not tonight. Any night but tonight.
"Let's just enjoy this while it lasts," he said, giving a soft smile.
Lena sighed. It wasn't like Jack to not talk to her. She wished he'd be more open about it, but it was his right to talk or not. She let it go, for now.
"Alright… I hear ya," she said, cuddling closer into his side.
The cool casing of the chronal accelerator pressed up against Jack's oblique, giving him tiny goosebumps. He would much prefer to feel the smooth warm skin of the woman next to him, not the shell of the thing that kept her in this time line. But, he was grateful for the moment they were sharing, and would do anything to keep it this way for as long as possible.
But, he was a soldier with a mission; they all were, and they were going to see that mission completed.
"Okay, let's get some sleep, now," he said, sitting up and getting off the bed, making his way to the light switch.
Lena watched as his nude chiseled body strode across the room. It had been a while since she'd seen him like this, and she let her eyes soak up every bit of it.
Just as Jack was about to hit the lights, however, their sliding door slid open, revealing an over excited Brigitte, completely oblivious to the situation.
"Commander! I think I have the answer to our base problem! Quick! Let me show yo-" Brigitte's eyes caught the bare figures of Jack Morrison and Lena Oxton, who both stared at her with unamused 'really?' faces. She realized exactly what she had just walked in on.
"Oh… um… We'll talk tomorrow," Said the crusader's companion, and quickly shut the sliding door.
Jack looked back at Lena and, after a brief pause, the two snickered at the situation. Jack then shut the lights off and crawled back into bed, holding the pilot close to him, not minding the chronal accelerator, this time.
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The moon shown brightly in the darkness of the night, illuminating the patio which Angela Ziegler stood on. The patio she stood upon had scars of a previous battle, no doubt fought by the Shimada brothers; the railing was broken and splintered, an arrow, perfectly split down the middle, stuck out of the wooden floor boards.
The air was calm and cool, with the slightest of breezes gently brushing up against her, making her blonde hair sway like a collection of soft feathers in the wind. Her bright blue eyes reflected the light of the moon as she stared up at it, soaking in its perfection.
'Unlike me…' she thought to herself, 'Unlike any human,'
Her mind wandered back to Reaper, how he had revealed himself as Reyes, this whole time. Was that what Talon had her do, after the Switzerland attack? Did they make her turn him into that… thing… that monster? She didn't know it was him. They kept it a secret from her. If she had known who she was operating on…. Who they made her experiment on…
"Forgive me… Gabriel…" she whispered to herself.
"Can't sleep?"
The voice gave Angela a jump, prompting her to turn and see who had snuck up on her.
Hanzo walked up beside her, a kind of welcoming but forced smile on his face. Angela couldn't say that she was surprised to see him, she was in his home after all, but his sudden entrance did startle her. Nevertheless, his presence did calm her and she was grateful that he took the time to approach her.
He seemed like a man of great respect and honor, in Angela's eyes. But she could tell, just by looking at him, that he had gone through pain. Yes, so much pain. The pain of guilt. The pain that you tell yourself you've healed, but deep down, it lingers. It sticks like the puss of an infection that won't go away. It was the pain that she was feeling right now; the pain she wanted to get rid of. She smiled back at the archer.
"Oh, good evening, Hanzo," Angela replied, "Just… too much excitement today,"
The archer gave a soft chuckle and leaned against the wooden support pillar, arms folded across his half covered chest.
"Which is why it is surprising to see you up," he said, "You of all people deserve the most rest, always taking care of your allies,"
Angela shrugged and turned back to the moon, her troubled mind bouncing back and forth between guilt and Hanzo.
Hanzo saw the trouble in her eyes, the way she stared at the moon, the rising and falling of her chest, the way she grabbed her arms across her breasts. It reminded him of himself, reminded him of how he would stare at the moon, wondering why he had done the things he had done. The confusion, the frustration, the pain. But, for him, the pain was gone, laid to rest. He had made peace with the past. What ever was bothering Angela, he wanted to help her through it. It was the least he could do for her, after all she had done for him and his brother
"Something is troubling you," he said, keeping his eyes fixated on hers.
She tilted one end of her lips upward, not turning her head from the moon.
"What gave you that idea?" she asked, not wanting to admit it.
That's exactly what he would say, and Hanzo knew it. She wouldn't open up willingly, but he had to at least let her know what she needed to do.
"No one looks up at the moon, the way you do, if everything is as it should be," he replied.
Angela still did not avert her eyes from the white of the moon. Her gaze was fixated upon it like a moth to a light, but she heard Hanzo's words. It comforted her, knowing he wanted to talk to her, but this wasn't something she wanted to open up about, not yet anyway. Something held her back. Perhaps it was the guilt? The fear of her friends pushing her away? She didn't want that. She loved her friends, devoted her life to ensuring their safety and health. But what good would it do them to not tell them the truth? She didn't even know where to begin.
"Angela," Hanzo said, firmly but kindly.
The way he said her name drew her to turn her head and face him, blue eyes meeting brown. Their eyes locked for a moment, as if the two of them were two new moons, their gravitational pull tugging on each other.
"Please," Hanzo continued, "if you will not tell me, tell someone else. What ever wounds you have inflicted upon yourself, you must heal them,"
Angela saw the truth in those words and would hold onto them, for a long time. She couldn't bring herself to tell this man. But something told her she should, something deep in the darkest parts of her mind, her soul. But she didn't. She couldn't. Not right now anyway. This was something her team had to hear about first, when she was ready to tell them.
"Don't take it personally, Hanzo," she said, finally, "But this is an Overwatch matter,"
With a smile and a wave of the hand, Hanzo gestured that he understood completely.
"How can I take it personally? We just met two days ago," He said, reassuringly.
'Yes, Angela,' he said to himself, 'talk with your friends, let the pain out. That's he only way to heal,'
The doctor nodded and smiled, grateful that the archer had come to see her.
"Danke," she said, and turned to look at the moon once again.
Hanzo joined her in the moon gazing, taking in the white light, the curvature of the rock which illuminated the night sky, the simple perfection. For a moment, they stood there in peaceful silence, taking in the night, feeling it put their minds at ease, especially Angela's. She was certain that everyone here, in Shimada castle, would want nothing more than for a night like this to be every single night, for the rest of their lives.
Angela rubbed her eyes and yawned, feeling the exhaustion of the day creep up on her. She didn't want to admit it, but Hanzo was right; she did need her rest. Too much had happened in the past two days, and she didn't even get any sleep for either of those days. She was good at taking care of others, but was even better at neglecting herself, when she needed it the most.
"Well, I believe it is time for me to retire," she said, reaching up to stretch her sore body, "My thanks, again. Guten Nacht,"
Angela gave a soft smile and walked towards the patio exit. Before she walked past the door, she took one last look at Hanzo, who watched as she walked away. She admired the man. After a long history of guilt and wrongdoing, he searched for redemption and he found it. He seemed at peace with himself. Maybe he was the key to finding peace with herself. She would take more time to think on it later. For now, she needed sleep. Angela gave him another smile and disappeared behind the wall.
Hanzo watched as she left him to himself, on the patio where he and Genji had fought for the last time. He wished Angela had opened up to him. He wanted to tell her that he would be there for her if she needed, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Something tugged on the inclination to do so, like a boa constrictor tugging and wrapping around its prey.
He was drawn to Angela; something about her relaxed him, made him feel like there was genuine good in the world. But what ever was troubling her threatened that goodness, like it had done to him for many years. All Hanzo hoped was that she'd find peace soon, whether from her team, or him.
It was then that he sensed a presence, the kind you only sense if you have lived with the person your entire life.
"How long have you been hiding there, Genji?" Hanzo asked, turning to face his brother, leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest.
The cyborg ninja shifted from his position, high on the support beams, and strode towards his brother, his green LED's pulsating a soft emerald glow.
"Long enough," Genji replied, standing by Hanzo's side, "So, you have your eyes set on the doctor?" he asked, teasingly nudging his brother's arm with his elbow.
The red of embarrassment crept up in Hanzo's cheeks. As always, Genji saw right through Hanzo like a ziplock bag. However, he was not going to admit it so easily.
"And what gave you that idea?" Hanzo asked, glancing over to his brother.
Genji replied with a short laugh and playfully nudged Hanzo's shoulder with his finger.
"You like her!" he teased, continuously poking his brother's arm.
Hanzo stood his ground and shrugged off Genji's onslaught of pokes.
"You are a thirty five year old man, start acting like one," Hanzo replied, smiling, seeing the playful nature of his younger brother coming back.
How long had it been since they had spoken about women; fifteen, twenty years? Hanzo recollected it was always Genji who would have the attention of every girl around him, even spouses of other men. Likewise, it was not uncommon to see Genji with more than one woman at a time.
Hanzo, however was the hopeless romantic. He was always concerned about finding the right girl; getting lucky with some, unlucky with others. None of them ever stayed, but that didn't deter Hanzo. He'd just let fate decide, like an ever running river; with each new path branching off into a different lake.
"And what of you?" The archer asked the cyborg, "Anyone you've set eyes on?"
Genji chuckled and folded his arms across his metallic chest.
"During my time in Overwatch, I did have some intimate moments with a handful of wonderful women. However, as of now, no. No one," Genji replied.
"Tried reconnecting with anyone?" Hanzo asked, "Like those two girls you met that one summer. Um… Mika and Kanae?"
Genji laughed at the idea of reconnecting with old flames.
"Those two are off doing who knows what with who knows who, no doubt," he replied, shaking his head in memory.
Hanzo stroked the length of his finely trimmed beard, thinking of other girls Genji had courted. There were so many that he got names and faces mixed up all the time.
"Ah, what of Tamaki? You two had quite the history," he recollected, snapping his fingers.
"Tamaki…" Genji paused, "… has moved on to greener pastures. Besides, I was never a good influence on her,"
Hanzo couldn't say he remembered what Genji was talking about, but he silently agreed with him.
For a moment, they stood there in silence, their gazes upon the full moon, its light bathing them in the cold of the night. Genji glanced at his brother, who did not avert his eyes from the white orb before them. The younger brother was not the only one who had gone through a transformation. He saw how much his brother had changed, in just one glance. The fight they had nineteen years ago had changed both of them. Though he said he had made peace, Hanzo still seemed distant to his brother, like he was still searching for something more than redemption. He also seemed far more mature and wise than he did, all those years ago. Yes, his trials and endeavors had hardened his brother's soft shell, turned him into a man, albeit a troubled man, but a man nonetheless.
A few more minutes of silent moon gazing had passed, until Hanzo finally spoke.
"One of us needs to produce at least two new heirs, before our time comes, to continue our family's blood line," he said, suddenly.
This caught Genji off guard, though they were just talking about spouses a moment ago.
"Indeed," he replied, "though I'm certain it will be you who will get that honor,"
Hanzo gave a small huff, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. He didn't see that happening any time soon. Sure, he had attractions towards Angela, but romancing women was something he had become quite rusty at. Still, something troubled Hanzo, about his brother. He couldn't help but let his curiosity get the better of him. He had to know, for the benefit of their bloodline.
"Um, Genji, if you do not mind my asking… can you still- um…"
Genji turned his head to face his brother, and gave it a slight tilt, not grasping Hanzo's unfinished question.
"What?" he asked.
"You know…" Hanzo replied, hesitantly.
The resistance in Hanzo's speech was beginning to aggravate the ninja. His gears were literally grinding by this point.
"No, I don't. Just spit it out," he ordered.
Hanzo did not say another word, but only held up his fist, and erected his index finger. Genji understood immediately.
"…" pressing his palm against his face plate, Genji asked, "Is that really a question that needs answering?"
"Well, I don't know!" Hanzo replied, "How else am I supposed to find out of you can-"
"Yes," Genji interrupted, a twinge of dumbfounded frustration in his voice, "I can still procreate,"
"Ah," Hanzo replied, a small wave of relief washing over him, "Good, good,"
Genji just shook his head and turned back to face the moon, honestly wanting nothing more but silence but this point. Perhaps less than a minute passed before the silence was perturbed.
"… But how do you get it out?" Hanzo asked.
"Oh my God!"
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It took it a while, but Bastion finally made its way down the steep hilly forests of Ilios into the quiet, calm suburbia of the town below. The town seemed relatively abandoned, almost decrepit. Broken buildings and rubble and bullet holes caked Bastion's surroundings. Twisted skeletons of metal and circuits reached for the sky, silent and still and dead. Nothing moved but the live Bastion unit and his fledged compatriot.
Bastion scanned its surroundings, searching for signs of, well, anything. This place seemed so lost to the devastation that had conquered it, Bastion doubted anything was still alive, unlike the forest it had just left, teaming with ever lasting life.
Still, this town seemed familiar to it, like it had been here before, experienced what this town had gone through. It could feel something lurking in the back of its central processing unit, popping like sparks, trying to inch its was through Bastion's mother board. Bastion could almost feel the image play in its mind, like a memory stored deep down in a data bank it did not want to open.
It stopped dead in its tracks, swerving its head from side to side, looking at the carnage of the town it stood in. Time seemed to freeze as Bastion heard the sounds of gunfire, screams, metal against stone, and then-
"Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep Chirp!"
The noises instantly cut out of Bastion's head, snapping it back to the present. Bastion lifted its head to see Ganymede, happily flapping in place a few feet away from it. The bird's cheeps and chirps disrupted the memory from creeping into Bastion's CPU, putting the omnic back in a state of ignorant bliss.
Ganymede cheeped once more and flew down the decrepit town, making tiny, excited loops and dips every few seconds. Bastion followed suit, the sound of metal striking stone echoing with every step it took. The omnic did not particularly care where its feathered companion was taking it; it only wanted to explore more of this vast world that it had just woken up in, and Ganymede was its guide.
The Iliosian city resided on a cliff, with a slight slope leading down to the glimmering ocean below. The yellow bird led Bastion through the ruined city, keeping its mind off of the memories of the past, unintentionally, of course. Ganymede honestly had no idea what was going through the omnic's mind. All he knew was that he had to lead the machine out of the city, or they'd never get out.
An hour seemed to have gone by, as the pair made their way out of the city, to a large stone stairwell, bordered by towering pillars that seemed to just barely graze the atmosphere. Ganymede led Bastion down the stairs about a quarter of the way, before perching himself comfortably in his nest, confident that the omnic knew to continue going down the steps.
About half way down the steps, Bastion felt a sense of monotony creep up on it. It didn't like the constant droning of its own footsteps colliding against the stone stairwell. To disrupt the everlasting thudding, Bastion started to, in a mechanical fashion, sing.
"Dweet, dweet, dun, dun, boop, boop,"
To Ganymede, the digital humming was somewhat charming, so he happily joined Bastion, tweeting the same tune, as they descended the stairs.
When Bastion reached the bottom of the stairs, its audio receptors picked up something new, something other than the gentle lapping of the ocean before him.
"Are you sure we should be here?"
"Relax, honey. No one's been here for years. What, you think we're gonna get caught?"
"No, just, what if something is still out here?"
"What? Like a bastion? Pfft, If I see one, trust me, I'll kill it,"
The noises didn't make much sense to Bastion, they mostly came in inaudible and garbled, nothing coherent. Bastion surmised that its translation software was damaged; it would need to be repaired soon. Nonetheless, the omnic made its way towards the voices, prepared to meet what ever was making them.
Ganymede ruffled his feathers in anticipation, honestly not wanting to find the source of the voices, but decided to trust his mechanical friend's judgment.
Not fifteen feet away from the two of them, Bastion saw two humans, male and female, standing near the shoreline of the beach, making their way right towards him, oblivious to their surroundings. The two seemed to be in deep discussion, but of what, Bastion didn't know.
"Alright, if you say so," said the female.
"Hah!" exclaimed the male, "I knew you'd see it my wa-"
The male human stopped dead in his tracks, and looked forward. The female followed suit. Right in front of them, less than two feet away, stood the seven foot tall, armed to the teeth, over grown with nature, Bastion unit, a small bird in tow. The two humans stared at the fabled death machine, as it calmly stood in front of them, Ganymede contently sitting on its shoulder. The bright blue LED optic seemed to stare right into the two human's souls, as it remained motionless, almost lifeless; and yet, there it was, just looking at them.
Nothing moved, nothing stirred, not even a gust of wind disrupted the stillness of the four individuals, staring at each other. Until, finally, Bastion raised its hand, slowly, steadily, just so that the humans could hear the gears and the hinges grind against each other. Then, unexpectedly, it waved.
"Wee woo, wee woo!" it said.
"Wwwhaaaaaaa!" screamed the male human.
He grabbed the hand of his female companion and ran passed the omnic soldier, dragging her along the beach, and up the staircase which Bastion had just walked down. Bastion turned its head to watch as the duo ran up the stairs and out of its sight, and, simultaneously, out of mind. It tilted its head, not completely comprehending what it had just witnessed, but forgot about it soon after.
Turning back to face the ocean, Bastion could see just how vast it was. The sunlight glistened with tiny little sparks of light against the surface of the water. Little ripples along the ocean's face crawled like miniature waves, each having its own crash as the tide came in. But what intrigued Bastion, most of all, was the empty horizon. Just a straight line, cutting off all which hid behind it. What else was out there? What else would it find? Would there be more creatures of this world to meet, to befriend? How could it get there? All these question processed in Bastion's CPU. It wanted to know more, it longed to know more.
All Bastion had to do to answer the question of how was turn its head. The humans had left behind a simple yacht, loosely anchored to a rock on the beach. Bastion hummed with delight, and hobbled its way towards the aquatic vessel, and untethered it from the rock. Ganymede couldn't help but chirp along with the omnic, as they boarded the abandoned ship.
Upon entering the yacht, Bastion gently grasped the nest Ganymede sat in, and set it on a shelf, next to a framed picture of the human couple, posing in front of a golden rhinoceros. Bastion didn't want to take any chances of it falling off of its shoulder due to a strong wave, so it tucked the nest deep in the corner of the shelf. Ganymede felt slightly annoyed by the change of scenery, but couldn't do much to object other than a few irritated tweets.
Bastion then made its way to the control panel of the yacht, and, after pushing every button it saw, brought the vessel to life. Diodes and LED's shone brightly, while monitors and holographic keyboards sprung up from the dashboard. Bastion hummed in dazzled amazement at the display of lights, captivated by their colors and symbols. The center of the dashboard split open, allowing the steering and throttle mechanisms to reveal themselves to their new owner.
Bastion gave another delighted beep boop, and gripped the steering with its hand, and pushed the throttle with the barrel of its gun arm. The boat slowly lurched forward through the shallow water, accelerating steadily, pushing forward to the horizon.
Bastion honestly had no idea where it was going. All it did was look out into the horizon, and hold the throttle forward, watching, waiting, wondering what else was out there waiting for it. It didn't matter where it was going or what it would find. All Bastion wanted was to find more.
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UPDATE!:
Now, Yes yes, Bastion is supposed to be in Germany, I know. But, if y'all remember, I had made this story before than animation ever came out, so no other info was given to us about our favorite little death machine. I can't go back on my story and change it up right in the middle, but I'm going to do my best to get my story, and the lore of overwatch, on parallel tracks, eventually. So yes, Bastion will go to Germany. I hate lore breaking, and once I saw that Bastion was really in Eichenwalde, I was just like "O_o... -_- Fuck". Sorry! If only Blizzard released this info earlier, ahha.
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