Okay so as we know Overwatch is EXTREMELY processor heavy when it comes to graphics and such. Even though I have a decently powerful desktop, I still would have awful performance if I pumped my display setting up past “Medium”, but here’s a tip that will have you running in glorious HD in no time!
So here’s what you do: In the Options menu, set “Graphics Quality” to “Low”, but “Render Scale” to 100x. This means it will use the bare minimum of resources but still render in full HD. So you get images like this:
And NO performance lag (unless you have a very poorly optimized computer). Also enable V-Sync and Triple Buffering, and try to see what happens when you mess with your framerate. I post this because when I was playing the Beta and full versions, I had to suffer through gross medium-rez graphics that still had performance issues. To give you a look at what I was working with, here’s my previous settings (the default that Overwatch sensed for my computer’s specs)
And I still had lag when I got into teamfights and stuff! It was unacceptable. (These settings were Medium quality with 75x scale). So please tell me if this helps you!
ya lit meme: eight otps [3/8] ♡ shahrzad al khayzuran x khalid ibn al rashid// the wrath and the dawn
I prefer the color blue to any other. The scent of lilacs in your hair is a source of constant torment. I despise figs. Lastly, I will never forget, all the days of my life, the memories of last night— For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you.
“So are we close yet? To your- I dunno, secret gay forest cabin? ‘Cause my feet are starting to hurt and I mean I’m no Vagabond, but you probably won’t want to carry me.”
Nobody replies and Gavin sighs, because he’s an idiot. He got snatched right out of the middle of a job and they immediately ditched his phone and then later on his comm and he didn’t bring any extra ones because he’s an idiot. So now he’s walking through a dark forest in a massive thunderstorm, completely drenched, one guy with a gun behind and one in front of him and they’d tied the longest rope known to mankind around his torso like some kind of cartoon, except that it actually holds up really well and his only escape attempt so far ended with his face in the mud, because he’s an idiot.
If he’s lucky, there’s a nice amount of torture in his future, and then death.
“Coming right up, one secret gay forest cabin,” the guy in front drawls languidly and stops in front of a well, waving Gavin forward with his gun.
Peering down into the well, he can’t see anything but absolute darkness. “You’re kidding, right?” His voice is a little higher than he’d like to admit.
Summary: The reader – a bounty hunter – knew Ben Solo, and believes him to be dead. Now employed by the First Order, the reader lives in ignorance of Kylo Ren’s true identity. It is not until the two are required to go undercover to find Lor San Tekka that the secrets that Ren has masterfully kept begin to unfold.
Word Count: 4000+
Warning: Mention of dead bodies. (Not graphic. Just gross.) The reader fears death several times. The reader considers murder.
Leave the mask… Kylo Ren instructed himself. He found himself struggling to obey. During his years with the First Order, his mask had become a part of him. It was a tie to his grandfather, an anchor and constant reminder of the power Dark Side. To leave it just to meet with her – a bounty hunter – seemed ridiculous. You’re out of options, he insisted. If you fail to regain her trust, finding Skywalker will become impossible.
Kylo remembered Y/N from his time as Ben Solo. She was impossible to forget. She had been General Organa’s apprentice. From the time she was old enough to fire a blaster, she had been taught politics from. He had been insanely jealous of her at one point, and not just because of the attention that she received from the General. It was the confidence in her stride, the way she seemed to know that she could talk herself out of any situation. The way that she seemed unaffected by anything or anyone was something that had stood out to Ben Solo. He had hated that she could go about her life so unperturbed when he hadn’t been able to look at her in the eyes without his palms becoming sweaty and his heart rate speeding up.