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Nothing says high octane Overwatch like reaper and mei
twitchquotes:I'm so glad they forced the meta to change from GOATS. We finally get to see the dps stars shine. Nothing says high octane Overwatch like reaper and mei, thank you so much plat chat!
I'm so glad they forced the meta to change from GOATS. We finally get to see the dps stars shine. Nothing says high octane Overwatch like reaper and mei, thank you so much plat chat!
Jake has huge RipTires
twitchquotes:Jake has huge RipTires, he is one of the best players in OWL, when Jake isn't beating up people in Overwatch, he's beating people in real life so you better think before you say J K E. Peace out.
Jake has huge RipTires, he is one of the best players in OWL, when Jake isn't beating up people in Overwatch, he's beating people in real life so you better think before you say J LUL K E. Peace out.
Why don't people like Brigitte?
twitchquotes:Why don't people like Brigitte? I can't be the only one who loves being stunned the entire game. Shield bash is so amazing and really makes for some intense and fun gameplay. Thanks Blizzard
Why don't people like Brigitte? I can't be the only one who loves being stunned the entire game. Shield bash is so amazing and really makes for some intense and fun gameplay. Thanks Blizzard
Bumper Ameng burger
twitchquotes:Bumper stared at the burger in his hand. Normally, he loved chowing down on his Big Mac like he chowed on these beta tanks like Swon or Muma or Super. But not today. Today, this burger was a sign of his failure. The double patties of meat reminded him not of succulent juicy beef but only the mighty veiny vascular muscles of Ameng. The seeded bread buns? It was Amengβs cheeks as he squatted on Bumperβs face. The tomato? It was his blood dripping off Amengβs hammer. The mayo? You know what it is
Bumper stared at the burger in his hand. Normally, he loved chowing down on his Big Mac like he chowed on these beta tanks like Swon or Muma or Super. But not today. Today, this burger was a sign of his failure. The double patties of meat reminded him not of succulent juicy beef but only the mighty veiny vascular muscles of Ameng. The seeded bread buns? It was Amengβs cheeks as he squatted on Bumperβs face. The tomato? It was his blood dripping off Amengβs hammer. The mayo? You know what it is