audio; date of the sad party

[grandpaladin]

Ah, now it is working! Wonderful!

[The huge, booming voice on the other end of the TAB pauses for a moment, gathering up his thoughts. And when he speaks again, you can almost hear the grin on his face.]

Hello. To you I have not met, I am Reinhardt Wilhelm. And I, too, have come to give some words in this time. When we are still mourning the loss of our space homes. Our real homes. And our friends.

[He clears his throat. What he says next is pretty cheesy, but there's no doubt he believes in what he says, completely.]

Things can be destroyed. But as long as the people, as long as we are strong, my friends, we can always rebuild.

And, if you find yourself in need of some strength -- [Here, Reinhardt laughs, though it's not his usual, booming one, it's more solemn.] -- call for me. And I will be your shield. I have strength to spare.

...

I just winked there. You cannot see it, but I did.

[click.]

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[brokeassgoing]

It's a crappy one. Not even a 1 outta 10.

Alright, good. Seriously, she's probably the top outta most of these clowns so just, remember that.

[grandpaladin]

Very well then.

If it is in my power, I will look after the girl.

[brokeassgoing]

Thanks a lot, Rocky.

[yeah get a load of that. thats you]

[grandpaladin]

[He bellows out that laugh again -- delighted and amused all in one.]

But of course, my friend! Of course!

[brokeassgoing]

So you do this a lot? Body guarding shit?

[grandpaladin]

It was not my original job. But lately? It seems to be a good use of my time.

[brokeassgoing]

I can see that yeah, you'd make a mint if you made actual bank. What'd you do before this? Office job?

[grandpaladin]

I take the generosity of strangers -- if they wish to give it.

[Mostly food. Like currywurst...]

Hah! You don't really think that. You are joking with me.

[brokeassgoing]

You're a softie and a killjoy. No offense.

No I don't think that. I'm thinking army.

[grandpaladin]

I have heard the first one. Several hundred times.

[No offense taken.]

Of a sort, yes. The Crusaders. And then, Overwatch.

[brokeassgoing]

What about the second one?

Crusaders-- that a different operation than the real holy war once upon a time, I'm guessing-- and that last one?

[grandpaladin]

Hah! Usually I am the one saying it.

Very, very different. I am not that old, my friend. But Overwatch... it was created to protect people.

And now it is old history.

[brokeassgoing]

Hey man, out here age means everything. And also kinda nothing? So Overwatch was a band of...soldiers fighting the good fight? Hmmm...

[grandpaladin]

Soldiers, scientists, doctors... anyone who wished they could make a bigger difference.

[brokeassgoing]

And lemme guess, the rest of the world called 'em "terrorists"?

[grandpaladin]

Not at all. We were respected! We did good work!

... for a while. You can probably see where I am going with this story.

[brokeassgoing]

Not really. So go on, feel free.

[grandpaladin]

And it dissolved.

[brokeassgoing]

...That's it? No outlandish story about uh, betrayal or the world turning your back on you? COME ON!

[grandpaladin]

Ach. Some stories are like that.

[This one isn't. But let's Not Talk About it.]

[brokeassgoing]

Annnnnd? Yours has gotta be too.

[grandpaladin]

I meant the opposite. That some stories are like that.

And some aren't.

[brokeassgoing]

You're breaking my balls, dude.

[grandpaladin]

Oh? Should I find you some ice?

[brokeassgoing]

No, you should find me a story.