Outside, the scrap-wall of Junkertown echoed with the sounds of an approaching squad. Roadhog hooked his chain over his shoulder and picked up the Pig Pen. The cooldown was short—only twelve seconds—and he was ready to turn the next alleyway into a slaughterhouse.
He pulled a canister of "Take a Breather" from his belt. The new delivery system felt smoother—a constant resource he could tap into whenever the heat got too high. He took a long draw of the chemical cocktail, feeling the 30% damage resistance wash over him as his vitals stabilized. Pig Pen.mp4
The air in Junkertown was thick with the scent of ozone and scrap metal. Mako Rutledge, known to the world as , sat on a rusted crate, his heavy breathing filtered through the cracked lenses of his gas mask. He was tinkering with a jagged piece of tech—the prototype for what he called his "Pig Pen." Outside, the scrap-wall of Junkertown echoed with the
He stood up, the floorboards of the workshop groaning under his massive frame, and tossed the device into the center of the room. It landed with a heavy thud , its metal teeth hungry for a trigger. "Testing," he grunted. He pulled a canister of "Take a Breather" from his belt
"Welcome," he rumbled, his voice like grinding stones, "to the pen."
