They say that 2026 is the new 2016, and when it comes to my relationship with Overwatch, that is most certainly the case. I've fallen in love with the hero shooter all over again after its recent revamp—where Blizzard dropped the "2", gave us five new heroes to mess around with, and the promise of a year-long narrative arc that'll hopefully make up a little for its lack of previously-promised PvE content.
It feels bizarre to live in a world where I'm once again looking forward to booting up the game every evening for a few skirmishes, but I've genuinely been loving everything about Overwatch again. Well, except one teeny-tiny thing: Conquest, its grand, five-week event that seemingly expects me to min-max the absolute crap outta my playtime in the worst possible way.
