What is Overwatch 2 right now? An autopsy of a soulless Frankenstein

I was staring at the menu screen of Overwatch 2 last night for about ten minutes without even queuing up. Just staring. The music played, trying to evoke that 2016 nostalgia. I’m not a pro player who endured every painful meta, nor was I here during all the years of drought. I’m the guy who loved Overwatch 1, lived the magic of the “golden age,” drifted away when life happened, and decided to come back now to see what was left. And the feeling? It’s like walking into your childhood home only to find it’s been demolished to become a generic casino. Overwatch 2, today, isn’t a sequel for those who loved the original. It’s a confused apology that no one really accepted.