Get-Into-Character

“Overwatch fans, brace yourselves for the ultimate MEKA experience this weekend! See a recreation of the MEKA hangar fully realized in reality! Sit on the beanbag chairs that you recognize from the spawn room! Experience the gyroscopic gaming chair of the 2070’s! All this and more awaits you in historic Suffolk. Only [100 of regional currency] for admission! You get the whole seat, but you’ll only need the edge.” This obnoxious ad ran around the world on a Wednesday afternoon. Surely, there’s no chance anyone would actually attend, right? Well, about that… Saturday Morning in Suffolk One man stood in line outside of a dilapidated boarding school auditorium that sported stock footage-adorn posters over cracks in the exterior walls and broken windows. The queue marking ropes were so cheap that the man accidentally broke by bumping into them. “Maybe they picked this place to have a reasonable approximation of an omnic attack epicenter.” He took a selfie in front of a poster

“I love it! You’re the best mom ever!” Tossing the remains of the wrapping paper, I gleefully examined the green-haired doll. The only thing separating me from it was the plastic window protecting the doll from being damaged. No time would go to waste as the doll was freed from its cardboard shell. It was hard to believe I was even holding it with my own two hands. “I’m glad you like it, sweetie. Take good care of it!” Mom’s words went in and out of my ears without processing them. The doll had all my attention. The green and white tube dress, the desert-like hat, the cream-striped stockings…every single part was pleasing to my eyes. With a quick glance back at the packaging, a name could be read; Tia Safalin. As the darkness engulfed the sky, I involuntarily kept closing my eyes. Mom suggested that I would call it a night, which I hesitantly went along with. Ten minutes later and I had already thoroughly brushed my teeth and put on my pajamas. Mom was already ready to tuck me