In time you will know the tragic extent of my failings...
Ruin has come to my elo
You remember my venerable Diamond border, opulent and imperial, gazing proudly from its stoic perch above my summoner name.
I lived all this season with that glorious monument to past triumphs, fattened by victorious skins and wards, and yet I began to tire of... conventional extravagance. Singular unsettling tales suggested that ranked itself was a gateway to some fabulous and unnameable power. With my assortment of fighter tops, I bent every effort towards the excavation and recovery of those long nerfed and nonviable champions, exhausting what remained of my LP... At last, in the salt soaked crags beneath the lowest divisions of platinum, I unearthed that damnable Ardent Censor of antediluvian evil. My every match unsettled the ancient meta, but we were in a realm of ADC and shield supports. In the end, I alone fled from the team fights, laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity. Until the Kog'maw autos caught up to me.
You remember my venerable Diamond border, opulent and imperial. It is now festering platinum abomination! I beg you, return top to fighters, save our lane and deliver this game from the ravenous clutching shadows of the Ardent Censor.
