Рџћµoverwatch No Mercy The Living Tombstone Рџћµ May 2026

The lobby went silent for a heartbeat before a third player, Jayn, piped up with a sigh. "Maybe I'll be Tracer?"

"This is the worst team I have ever played with in my life!" the voice crackled. Jax rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. He had played McCree all game, landing headshots left and right, but it didn't matter when the rest of the squad melted the moment they touched the point. рџЋµOverwatch No Mercy The Living Tombstone рџЋµ

"I have an idea," the angry teammate finally growled, sounding like he was about to burst a blood vessel. "What's your idea?" Jayn asked, her voice weary. "You should be—" The lobby went silent for a heartbeat before

Jax toggled his mic, a smirk tugging at his lips. He wasn't in the mood to be lectured by a stranger who probably spent more time looking at the kill cam than the objective. "I'm not gonna be Mercy," he replied coolly. "I’m not gonna be any kind of support. Your tears are what I live for". He had played McCree all game, landing headshots

"I'm already Tracer," Jax shot back instantly, purely out of spite. "What about Widowmaker?" she tried again. "I'm already Widowmaker." "I'll be Bastion."

"Nerf Bastion!" the first guy yelled, his rage reaching a fever pitch.

"I'm not gonna be Mercy!" Jax interrupted, laughing as he finally hit the leave game button.