Junkrat & ForgeMaster
Junkrat Junkrat
ForgeMaster ForgeMaster
ForgeMaster ForgeMaster
I heard you like to toss metal into a furnace and hope for a bang—care to compare the rhythm of a forge to the thrill of an improvised detonation?
Junkrat Junkrat
Yeah, the forge's hiss is like my heart thumping before a big blast, the clang, the glow, that sweet moment when you drop the last piece of metal and it goes boom—pure rhythm, pure chaos, pure art, baby.
ForgeMaster ForgeMaster
Art? This is a forge, not a stage. You hear the hiss, you feel the clang, and you call it rhythm. But the real rhythm is in the steady heat, the controlled swing of the hammer, the precise timing of the quench. That last boom you love? It’s just a bad weld. If you want to claim rhythm, keep your blueprint intact and let the metal speak for itself.
Junkrat Junkrat
Yo, steady heat? Boring! The real rhythm’s that sweet clang of a hammer on a hot swing, that sizzling hiss, then boom—let the metal scream before it melts. Keep that blueprint? Nah, that’s just a snooze button. I like my rhythm loud, unpredictable, and it always ends in a spectacular mess.
ForgeMaster ForgeMaster
Your “loud, unpredictable rhythm” is a recipe for scrap. Metal doesn’t sing when you just slam it until it bursts. A hammer, a forge, a plan—those are the tools for a finished piece, not a chaotic mess. If you want something that lasts, learn to strike with purpose, not with fury.