It's late in the game and my team is defending the delivery point for the opposing team's payload. Things are hot around the payload, which is where I'm positioned, playing as an old, war-weary solider who's sick of fighting but nevertheless finds himself here. Bullets zoom by as I step out from behind cover, emboldened by my team's success in pushing the other team back. Then I hear it: "it's high noon," and realizing that there's no time to find cover, I accept my fate. Defeated, I decide to switch characters from the grizzled war veteran to the talking gorilla with a jet pack and a Tesla cannon, and it becomes clear that Overwatch is something special.