In memory of the One-year anniversary of the Overlution, a rekollection of shared memoirs, murmured throughout the Brikverse have been all thrown together into one chaotic narrative. Parts of this may or may not have happened, and others involved may not even be present throughout. Some details are arguable and might even be made up for dramatic affect, but this is believed to be the basis of the story...
It all began on one Autumn morning. Overwatch had been asleep, probably dreaming of hilarious ways to troll people.
Until...
TheShadowscythe: Wake up, Mr. Overwatch...
Wake up, and smell the me-meeeees.
Overwatch awoke to the sound of dead memes.
Overwatch: Wtf are you doing?
Tss whipped out his magical OT wand, and not in the way you were thinking you sick fuck.
Tss: I'm going to cut a deal with you, mate. I'm gunna give you shiny administrator powers but only if you promise to troll with them. Capiche?
Overwatch: Lol sure
ZAP!
*Admin Powers got*
TheShadowScythe's wand turned into a bottle of rum. What magic!
TheShadowscythe: Okay, lad. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!
And just like that, TheShadowScythe teleported away to wherever ShadowScythes go.
Overwatch: Cool, lets do this shit.
Welcome Brikwarriors, to
The Overtober Overlution, Purge the Next:
The Great Moderator Ibellion of 2,015!
[Tune in later for the next installment!]
