Garublood

Tracer waddled at a pace that could be considered speedy for someone of her size, occasionally using Blink to speed up her movements through the winding corridors and hallways of the battle stage. She kept her wits about her, clutching her pulse pistols close to her blubbery chest all the while. Yes, she was not exactly in what one might call the best shape of her life, and yes, that was partially her own fault for abusing her abilities to stuff her face recklessly. She'd thought she could get away with it without suffering any serious consequences, but lo and behold, now she weighed a good 200 pounds heavier than when she first joined Overwa