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Why Do I Love Overwatch Even Though I Can’t Play It?

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Why do I fall in love with games I don’t have and can’t play? First Five Nights at Freddy’s and now Overwatch.

For the past month, I’ve been going over lore, reading the comics, and sighing mournfully over videos. Why? What is it about this video game that fascinates me so? It’s not the competition, I don’t care one whit for pro gaming. I’ve tried watching competitions on ESPN and I can’t keep track of what’s happening.

It must be the lore. Mostly it’s the beautiful art and amazing diversity of characters. The game play is nothing new. Everything’s on this side of Team Fortress, which I’m not that fond of (no one works as a team when I play). But the aesthetic is unprecedented. It’s bright and cheerful. It looks like a theme park. The characters are a blend of women, men, white, non-white, atypical sexual orientation, mental health, human, non-human, and non-living.

This is a game where everyone should be an angry space marine. But Blizzard stomped all over that and said “Here, here’s an Egyptian sniper. And this is a Brazilian DJ. And a Russian female bodybuilder. And a British lesbian. And an autistic voluntary amputee from India. And a space gorilla!”

There’s no demo, so I can’t tell if it would run on my computer. Given the not-so-great performance of Assassin’s Creed: Black Flag and Batman: Arkham Knight, I’m thinking not so much. Someday when I get a new computer, I’ll probably download it. But until then, all I can do is wistfully stare at the fan art.

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