This isn’t a vault job. I don’t have to scale the fortress walls or suspend myself from the ceiling. I simply stroll into the computer lab.
These new heroes would live forever in the post-launch Azeroth, eventually becoming binary representations of the hopes and dreams of 13 million mortal human beings.
I’ve been hiding for my entire life, but that’s about to end.
I’m standing in front of the cop car, their lights glaring in my face. I clench my fist, threatening to put a serious dent in the hood of their car.
Lucio shoots sound waves at his enemies, boosts his teammates’ speed with dubstep, and heals them with ambient bass. He’s everything I aspire to be. Sort of…