Pentakill band meet...

Guys, where's Morde? He should've been here two hours ago. He had to quit being the Master of Metal, remember? Oh... right... It was so nice to have Morde around. I mean outside of the band he was a cold-hearted murderer. But when he played on the guitar, you could feel he was alive, different, and multi-dimensional. He was a one-of-a-kind guy and I miss him. Yeah his parents told him he had to get a "real job" so now he is a full-time Lord of Death whatever that means. Lameee.

A brief but awkward silence fills the room

Well, at least he is adopting pet dragons! That is if he ever gets a chance to do his thing. These days he spends most of his time on the bench. At least he has a bench to sit on. I always have to stand outside of the office waiting for my turn to be called on. Whenever the summoners make their selection, they never... never... Oh here we go again. ... never even acknowledge me. And if they do then they're just doing it to... mess with my feelings. Get it together Yorick! What would Morde do? ... Well?!?! ... Answer her dude. ... He would keep... keep rocking on. Because he was the Ace of Spades and he loved metal. Now, let's hit it boys!

_And so the band played on, practicing for their next tour that would never happen, focusing on their Lightbringer, remembering their Deathfire Grap, and channeling their innermost hue hue hues as they mourned the musical death of their friend, Mordekaiser. _