Katarina

I toss and turn in night, as I think to myself, how could our world be so cruel, so unjust, so ruthless. I take a walk, its helps my troubled mind as my eyes gaze into the starry night sky, as a drained expression overcomes me. They say the devil walks among men, yet even he wouldn't commit the atrocity that keeps countless awake at night. I sit there mesmerized by the beauty of our cruel world as I notice a shadow in the corner of my eye, I know my fate is sealed as I gasp for air. From the shadows emerges a wicked figure, I have no time before the monstrosity is upon me. Before I can say a word my body is host to an array of knives, i turn as i fall and see garnet hair flourish as the figure bends over to inspect me closer. The only thing i hear is the sound of her voice, much like nails clawing on a chalkboard, “XD Omg git gud u silver scrub lol!” she exclaims as she extinguishes my last flicker of hope. “Katarina is Godlike! Pentakill!” The world is truly a cruel, cruel place. As I lay on the ground, bleeding out I gasp my last words, “...nerf.. kat.. please…” but my cries go unanswered.