... This is very good. But do we have to keep the ants inside our safehouse?
June 21, 2026 at 12:37 PM
... This is very good. But do we have to keep the ants inside our safehouse?
"What more could a girl ask for?"
May 31, 2026 at 6:08 PM
"What more could a girl ask for?"
Amélie stares at Sombra. "Okay."
May 30, 2026 at 8:57 PM
Amélie stares at Sombra. "Okay."
Amélie (at least she feels more like Amélie than The Widowmaker right now) rubs the side of her head and looks around.
"You went somewhere, non?"
"You went somewhere, non?"
May 28, 2026 at 12:12 PM
Amélie (at least she feels more like Amélie than The Widowmaker right now) rubs the side of her head and looks around.
"You went somewhere, non?"
"You went somewhere, non?"
"Fine. Fine. Give them here." She blinks and, unsteadily, sits herself up. "How did it go?"
May 26, 2026 at 8:08 AM
"Fine. Fine. Give them here." She blinks and, unsteadily, sits herself up. "How did it go?"
"Maybe a cigarette would help." Amélie stares into space.
May 18, 2026 at 9:57 AM
"Maybe a cigarette would help." Amélie stares into space.
"... a cigarette."
May 16, 2026 at 9:50 PM
"... a cigarette."
"Non.
She is an icon in her own right."
She is an icon in her own right."
May 15, 2026 at 10:58 PM
"Non.
She is an icon in her own right."
She is an icon in her own right."
"How dare you accuse the Killers of my condition..."
May 15, 2026 at 10:39 PM
"How dare you accuse the Killers of my condition..."
"Non, non. I will endure, non?" Amélie turns and swoons as though she were a frail victorian lady-in-waiting, waiting too long for her lover to come home.
May 15, 2026 at 9:52 PM
"Non, non. I will endure, non?" Amélie turns and swoons as though she were a frail victorian lady-in-waiting, waiting too long for her lover to come home.
"... ... ... ouai."
May 15, 2026 at 8:26 PM
"... ... ... ouai."
Amélie stares at the black-out curtains as though what lies beyond is a mortal enemy.
"My head is killing me."
"My head is killing me."
May 15, 2026 at 4:14 PM
Amélie stares at the black-out curtains as though what lies beyond is a mortal enemy.
"My head is killing me."
"My head is killing me."
"I have dreams I am living in Gabriel Reyes' terrible van," Amélie moans, "In each town we stop it is where I killed dear Gérard, and everyone knows my face, and we must move again..."
May 15, 2026 at 1:14 PM
"I have dreams I am living in Gabriel Reyes' terrible van," Amélie moans, "In each town we stop it is where I killed dear Gérard, and everyone knows my face, and we must move again..."
Amélie is face down in the dark and for a few startling moments the typically corpse-like sniper seems as though she might actually just be a corpse. Then she lifts her head.
"You are letting in too much light."
"You are letting in too much light."
May 15, 2026 at 12:41 PM
Amélie is face down in the dark and for a few startling moments the typically corpse-like sniper seems as though she might actually just be a corpse. Then she lifts her head.
"You are letting in too much light."
"You are letting in too much light."
No response. No light coming from the guest room. The current track is the 2006 alt-rock classic 'When You Were Young', which is to mean that the Widowmaker is more than likely in one of her moods.
May 15, 2026 at 12:28 PM
No response. No light coming from the guest room. The current track is the 2006 alt-rock classic 'When You Were Young', which is to mean that the Widowmaker is more than likely in one of her moods.
There is no real response from the house and all the lights had been left off. The only signs of life are the fact that it has been left untidy, and the kitchen has been raided, and that upstairs from the guest bedroom the tinny sound of yester-year classics can be heard drifting through the home.
May 15, 2026 at 11:02 AM
There is no real response from the house and all the lights had been left off. The only signs of life are the fact that it has been left untidy, and the kitchen has been raided, and that upstairs from the guest bedroom the tinny sound of yester-year classics can be heard drifting through the home.
You are a terrible docteur.
April 27, 2026 at 9:15 PM
You are a terrible docteur.
My docteur disagrees.
April 27, 2026 at 8:37 PM
My docteur disagrees.
[miming a large caliber rifle in her hands.]
April 27, 2026 at 7:31 PM
[miming a large caliber rifle in her hands.]