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"Welcome," he rumbled, his voice like grinding stones, "to the pen."

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.

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.

A training bot rolled forward, its sensors oblivious. As its wheel crossed the threshold, the Pig Pen erupted. A shockwave of jagged scrap and gravitational force locked the bot in place. The machine's thrusters whined, struggling against a 40% reduction in movement. It was caught in the mud of a digital sty.

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."