Overwatch was looking for a hotshot pilot to test their next generation teleporting fighter, the Slip Stream.
Enter: Lina Obsten (?), callsign: Tracer, (ha-hah) that*s me.
It*s sort of opportunity I*ve dreamed of my whole life, but on my first flight the teleportation matrix malfunctioned and I disappeared.
I was missing for months, and no one knew where, or when, I*d gone.
By the time Overwatch found me, I was little more than a ghost.
The doctors call me condition "Charnel Disassociation".
I faded in and out of existence, disappearing for hours and days at a time, and even when I was there, I couldn*t touch anything.
But my friend Winston would not give up.
He*d get at it, day and night, until he invented the charnel harness that keeps me anchored to the present.
I was myself again.
Even better, it turned my condition into something great.
I had control over my own time, and I could speed it up or slow it down at will.
My career as a pilot was over, but my life as an Overwatch agent had begun.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Sounds like someone needs me.
But don*t worry, we*ll have plenty of time for stories later.
(he-hah) Cheers!
come on!play with me!!!!