Tracer and Widowmaker don't usually get along much, but every now and then they get together to have a friendly competition in the woods. Both of them take sadistic pleasure in squashing scores of bugs beneath their feet, then comparing the number of splattered corpses decorating their soles once the day is done. The clearing were they have their fun is probably the worst place in the world to succumb to the shrinking virus, a cruel fact that you are presently learning in spades. Stomp after stomp crushes ants all around you as you vainly try to get the attention of the two giantesses, though with the goddess complexes they have in full force they may not even stop if you succeeded. As you watch two massive feet seem to race right towards you from above, you accept your fate at becoming another meaningless stain on one of these women's soles...