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some overwatch fanart i did ..mostly lucio and d.va !!i haven't posted fanart on here for 100 years!!
Lifting their head up, they looked into the mirror. They only saw a fuggy miasma, heavy and stifling, wrapping a dark shadow. Glinting eyes followed every move they made, a deep chuckle vibrating through the mirror. The human stood frozen, unable to look away from the scene. Though, after some minutes of mutual staring, the shadow finally spoke up.
A malicious, striking voice, coming from the deepest abysses boomed in the mirrorâs glass. Poor human. Every word echoed through their mind, as if hearing once wasnât enough. They could only listen to those cutting words, still unmoving. âTruth hurts, small one.â Yeah, it was indeed true, most of the time.
Many days passed and many times did the small human came back in front of the mirror, the shadow always there, waiting for them to come back patiently. It knew they would always come back. It knew its prey; it knew them all too well. No secret could be kept hidden, for the shadow knew everything the world could handle.
The small human was curved in the palm of its hand; too naĂŻve to see what was before them. They thought the shadow would always be there for them. Even in their darkest mood, hidden under their cover, they couldnât see the shadow, but they knew it was near. It was always waiting for them.
One day, from a mutual agreement, they both tied a red thread to their pinkies. From what the shadow said, they now would always be linked together, no matter the distance. They would always be connected, no matter what situation.
The shadow took a lot of space into the humanâs life. When needed, it always whispered advices and kept them company. It was peaceful for once, some could say. However, soon the tread became two, then three, then too much. Bound from everywhere, the small human became a puppet for the shadow to play with.
Happy with its successful plan, the shadow toyed with the puppet for some time, enjoying some entertainment. But soon, after some days, it grew tired of them. It was bored already. However, what could it do? The shadow was still bound to the puppet.
One day, an idea popped through the shadowâs mind and with some witchcraft, vipers slowly began gliding down the threads. Hissing their forked tongues, they headed towards the puppet, apprehending their prey.
How beautiful they were. Their charming magnetic eyes, their cold blooded scales, their sharp fangs so deadly opened⌠The small puppet tried to open their mouth to greet them.
But with synchronized snaps⌠It was too late.
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The lore doesnât make any sense to me regarding the timeline...
Johnny was born in 1988, he was part of the Second Central American War, which supposedly began on January 13th, 2003, so Johnny would have been 15 at the time. Which is impossible as the youngest a man can go to war is 17 with parents consent, 18 without. So technically Johnny would have gone in minimum 2005. Which would be technically alright as the war lasted until 2010.
HOWEVER, Johnny supposedly FORMED Samurai in 2003 with the others AFTER he went to war, as we are made to also believe that he formed the band to revolt against the corporations he hated since the war.
So youâre telling me young Johnny at age 15 had already went to war and wanted to burn everything down??? I mean, fucking hell, same, honestly, but it makes me think that he should have been older in the lore. (I mean, with even looking specifically at the visual in the game, Keanu/Johnny doesnât look like a 32 years old man, more like a 40ish y/o man)
ALSO, youâre telling me that Johnny fucking waited 10 YEARS to make a move on Arasaka after they took Alt??? Alt was taken in 2013, Johnny raided Arasaka Tower in 2023 (which is both shown in the game AND the Cyberpunk 2020 sourcebook). WTF DUDE, 1 year I would concede, but 10 fucking whole years?? What took you so long??? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
Okay, Iâm cool, Iâm calm...
Does it show that much that I am spending much of my free time reading stuff about the lore of Cyberpunk? I feel like I could talk about that game for ages... Fucking hell, I love it, haha!
But the only man I will accept into my life will be a copycat of either Bo Burnham, Hozier, Neil Newbon or Keanu Reeves, no one else.