#thirtyharbor

This particular evening we were a five-stack. The enemy team also had a Symm main. Our sixth teammate wasn’t particularly pleased with either his teammate Symm, nor the enemy Symm, but what, really, did they know.

Naturally they made some comment about Symm-mains and I decided it was time to take my attack Symm for a spin again.

Since I’ve been nurturing Tracer, she’s not gotten much of a work-out.

By some oversight, I managed to sneak past the enemy team, build my ult and lay down a teleporter behind the lines. Everyone retreated nonchalantly back to our spawn, where we attacked en masse from above the point.

The objective is now active?

Sometimes you go behind enemy lines intentionally, and sometimes you just end up there and hope to get all the squishies before they get you.

Anyway, no healers for them.

“Could we have a hit-scan to take out that Pharah?” - them, usually

Pardon me while I rant a bit. I try to keep things upbeat. But sometimes.

Some. Times.

Today, I started my placement matches. I had won every placement so far, either as Tracer (WOAH) or as Symmetra.

Imagine my glee when for the fifth game, we got to Junkertown. (the above highlight is not from that match. it is merely there to show HOW TO HOLD THE GOSH DURN CHOKE WITH A SYMM AND A  REALLY BIG SHIELD)

So, the other team of four we were teamed up with had a pretty good comp. There was a Mercy, and I believe an Ana? A Junkrat who switched off a lot, and some dude who started out as a Rein (I was psyched) but then switched over to Roadhog. I was less psyched, but still feeling pretty good.

That changed. Rapidly.

It wasn’t until the other team was approaching the third point that I can actually remember getting healed. (you see where this is going, yes? just wait, it gets better)

The opposite team was doing full-on pirate ship and rocking it. We didn’t have enough tank, and our other healers weren’t sharing to stop them.

Of course we got blamed. Specifically, my Symm pick. (here’s where it gets better)

The next round of J’town starts up, we’re on attack. THE DUDE TOOK SYMM. LIKE. LONG ENOUGH TO START THE GAME WITH ME COMMITTED TO TRACER. Of course he wanted me to Bastion. I told him flat out, I suck at Bastion.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I do. 

At the end of the whole thing (we barely made it around the first corner) of *course* they blamed the entire loss on Symm. Natch, Thirty pointed out the utter stupidity of taking a 200 hour main’s main out of spite because they’re too idiotic to realize that maybe THAT WASN’T WHY WE LOST. I may have embellished a bit, but the gist is the same.

Needless to say, we played another round, and me-oh-my, we brought that round back for the pretty green plus side.

And last but not least, my Symm PotG during some Numbani comp.

There’s two things I can rely on in Overwatch: my turrets and my Swuad.