Here’s an analogy I spent too long writing up because I’m bored and I have no life:
Imagine Blizzard as a tyrannical king. They have all the power, and can do whatever they want in their kingdom. Some kingdoms are ruled by power-hungry despots who only want wealth and riches (cough EA cough). Other kingdoms are ruled more moderately. These kings at least attempt to please their subjects (me and you, baby) and consider their thoughts, opinions, and desires. Peasants can cry out in the public square (you are here) and complain about whatever issues or grave injustices they consider important, but it is the king who determines and delivers the ultimate sentence.
As others have mentioned, there are members of the community who seem to have the king’s ear more than others. These are the streamers, professional players, and high level coaches/analysts. Think of these people as the inner circle. The king’s council. Their opinions are given more consideration, but once again it is the king who has the last word.
Finally, you have the plebs. The serfs. The peasants. The rabble. That’s us (sorry). For the most part, we have an alright life. We get access to the king’s land (Overwatch), and all that’s asked of us is that we pay a tax (you can’t pirate Overwatch, sorry). We don’t elect our rulers, and things don’t always seem fair, but we can still cry out in the public square when things get bad. But hey, the king doesn’t really care about some dirty peasants screeching in the square! At least, until things get really bad. When that happens, the plebs turn their ploughshares into swords and storm the castle. At that point, the king is given one last chance to hear the plebs and bend to their will. If they don’t, well… it doesn’t look good for the king, because even though the king holds all the riches and rules with an iron fist, they’re nothing without us dirty, stinky, hardstuck bronze plebs.
The moral of the story is that while we might just be plebs, I think King Jeff rules over the Overwatch kingdom benevolently enough. We don’t need pitchforks just yet, but hey… they’re always there. Waiting. Ready. Maybe if the Prophecy of D’ablo comes to pass, we will need to take them out and storm the castle… but for now, I’m content working the fields and imagining what life in silver might be like.