Backchannel Banter

Everyone in? Yeah. Who's that eating?

Me. Sound. Let's go.

Out the door, big plans,

nice little shape,

tank took a left and departed the game.

“Where's he gone?”

“Making space.” Mate, you've made it in a very distant place.

Widow up top, keep out of the lane,

someone has a look and we’re walking again.

“He's one!

He's one!” Which one,

son?

There's quite a few people where you've just come from.

I've got a Reaper breathing down my neck,

our Moira's round the corner collecting a debt.

“Need heals.”

“Come back.”

“I'm here.”

You're a silhouette through a wall,

my dear. Got ult.

Don't use it.

Got ult.

Wait.

He's one.

Who's one?

Too late, mate. Fall back.

Group up.

Where's our tank?

I'll be back.

Right, next fight, we combine these two,

I'll call three, then we both go through.

One— “I've pressed it.”

Lovely stuff. Follow him in—

No, that's enough.

Five big buttons and a very bright room,

everyone's a genius till the sixth bloke's doomed.

“Did we win?”

Have a look.

Empty point and a Roadhog hook.

Their Mercy's bringing everybody back,

ours says “group up” in the middle of the scrap.

Fair enough, reset, nobody peek.

Same little doorway. Same little feet.

Got ult.

Don't use it.

Got ult.

Wait. He's one.

Who's one?

Too late, mate. Fall back.

Group up.

Where's our tank?

Nearly back.

“Winnable.”

Comes through faint. “Winnable.” I admire the faith.

Nobody talking.

Watching the clock.

Someone says softly,

“I reckon we swap.”

Last fight now and the chat goes clear,

“Wait for our support.” “Yeah,

nearly here.” “Reaper on the right.”

“Seen him.”

“Nice.”

Funny how we manage when we say things twice.

“Got ult.”

“Save it.” “Now?”

“Now.”

“Touch point!” “I'm on!” “Stay there!” I'm doing what I can with

the available air.

Overtime burning, nobody breathe,

Lucio doing laps round the whole bloody team.

“One more! One more!”

“Behind that box!” Victory lands.

Someone's mic drops.

Got ult.

Still got it.

Got ult.

Great.

He's one. He's gone.

Well played, mate.

Good game. Yeah, good game.

Same again?

Yeah, hang on— Did anyone actually move the pay—