My friends, it has often been said that I like drakes.
My friends, I like drakes...
No, friends, I love drakes!
I love mountain drakes.
I love ocean drakes.
I love cloud drakes.
I love infernal drakes.
I like free regeneration that turns every effort to poke futile turning you into impregnable wall. I love free out of combat movespeed that allows you to swoop across the rift like shrieking screaming nightmare robbing enemies of any initiative and leaving them only able to wait for the moment when you fall down on them like raging tide. I love bonus true damage to objectives that allows you to melt them uncontested when enemies cant even fathom something this outrageous. I heart bonus ad and ap that packs extra despair into every skill and attack, hammering fear deep into opponent hearts.
I love skirmishes near dragon pit, i love free pick ups and retreats.
Fights for vision across the rift, in jungle, on the river, on blue, on red, though the brushes, in the drake pit itself, bloodshed over one pink or for the epic monster itself, I love every act of teamfight that can occur upon this summoner rift.
I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with long range nukes that thunder across the screen when he thinks it would be nice to check how things out there.
My heart leaps with joy whenever a ADC gets hit by CC and completely obliterated by well executed midlaner combo when he moves tries to take objective. And there is nothing like a tank using a Righteous Glory to initiate on enemy team spelling certain destruction for those caught under his wheels. And the feeling that comes when a champion runs screaming from his team that got hit by wombo in cramped dragon pit only to be mowed down by several skillshots leaving him no chance to dodge, is such an exquisite feeling. Like when initiator hits his aoe CC allowing teammates to swoop on enemies like falcons It moves me deep within my heart to watch a support solo drake while his team steamrolls enemies into the ground somewhere near midlane.
The sight of surrender vote being refused over and over again is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing, than the chat messages made by completely given up enemies, screaming in agony and blaming riot and each other as they're mowed down by team with 4 drakes and elder buff.
When a band of pitiful resistance fighters makes their final stand with nothing but one core and couple unfinished items, only to have their base smashed to atoms tower by tower by 2.0 AS ADCs with 3 mountain drakes (tone suddenly softens) I'm in ecstasy.
I love it when my team gets hit by well executed combo that sends them to fountain. It's so sad to see towers and inhibitors that were supposed to be defended at all costs, being laid to waste, jungle cleared and objectives taken.
I love to be showered with full combo of enemy midlaner be it mage or assassin. I love when my jungler misses his smite allowing enemy support to steal drake with AA. I love when my jungler dashes 1 vs 5 and steals objective even at the cost of his life allowing his team to continue desperate struggle on the verge of sure defeat.
Gentlemen... All I ask for is match, a match so grand as to make Hell itself tremble. Gentlemen, I ask you as fellow players, what is it that you really want? Do you want for 5 or more drake every game? Do you wish for further carnage as I do? (Voice begins to raise) Do you wish for a merciless, bloody carnage resulting from contesting drakes? A match capable of bringing you to the edge of tilt with every little thing happening in it?(Dramatically raises voice) Do you ask for game to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even supports to scavenge, from this Rift!?
TLDR i fucking love every type of drake.