Overwatch honestly feels like the local casino down the street—minus the free drinks and at least some chance of winning. It pulls you in with that seductive little whisper: "Come on, just one more match." You dive in, full of hope and misplaced optimism, thinking, “Hey, this game’s actually kind of fun! That last match wasn’t so bad!”

But then comes the diarrhea. The matchmaking system tosses you into a pit of chaos, surrounded by enemies who seem to main Overwatch the same way raccoons commit to dumpster diving. relentlessly, and probably on something stronger than caffeine. It’s a beautiful carousel of pain, where every day you either consider learning to tie a noose out of your shoelaces or making a meaningful relationship with your local liquor store clerk.