I had a dream last night. Jeff was there. I stared into the eyes of the monster who’d destroyed Roadhog. I held back the urge to tackle and beat him and, with tears in my eyes, I begged the question. “Why? Why did you do this to him?”

Jeff stood there, motionless. Expressionless. Just as I thought I started to see mist in his eyes through his glasses, he spoke. “We didn’t do this to him. You did.”

Enraged, I raised my fist to punish the bastard who took Roadhog from us, but just as I was about to strike, I saw that he had raised his fist as well, exactly the way I raised mine. I held my arm still, and so did he. I realized that I was staring into a mirror. Trembling at the realization, I lowered my fist. The mirror began to distort, and became an endless sea of forum posts. “Nerf roadhog,” “Roadhog is op,” “Hog needs a nerf” and hundreds of other sickening phrases. The mirror disappeared as I fell to my knees, sobbing into my hands, and everything around me became dark, except for a single spotlight shining directly above me.


Ever since that dream, life isn’t the same. Food has no taste, music is nothing but noise, even Overwatch seems nothing but boring. I live on the 9th floor of my apartment, and I can’t take it anymore. Goodbye Roadhog, my friend.