What do they see?
Example:
: Noxian scum have inherited Runeterra, and overthrown the pure light of Demacia. Spinning has been declared a felony punishable by death. Also, he finds out Katarina is a guy.
http://cdn.leagueoflegends.com/game-info/1.1.9/images/icons/promo/Garen.gif
Rust. Rust! RUST!! AAAAARRRRGHHHH!
Metal music has been declared illegal and stations only play K-Pop. NUUUUUUUU
Brazil has been nuked from existence. HUAAAAAA
Screams.
They break the silence, giving me brief moments of lucidity.
Soldiers stand before me, their armor is familiar and yet makes me uncertain. They stand with demacia, but I they seem different from what I remember.
It doesn't matter. I'll cleave through each and every one of them.
There is no feeling, no recoil from their bodies. Even weaklings have a little heft.
I'm moving, but I don't feel my legs. Instead there is an annoying metallic sound with what I assume is my steps.
The screams are still here. They are becoming a nuisance.
One warrior stabs through me, he looks up at me with tears in his eyes.
Why do I feel no pain? Why do I not feel his head as I crush it with my hand?
I didn't move my arm. It moved...I didn't move it.
THE SCREAMS WON'T STOP! WHERE ARE THEY?! THE DEAD WILL NOT SCREAM!
My body moves again. I want to stop, I want to think, but I can't stop.
The truth hits me as I cleave another fool, my body is not my own.
WHY ARE THEY STILL HERE?! THERE IS NO ONE LEFT! I AM ALONE!
My wounds do not bleed. I feel no pain.
SILENCE! WHERE ARE THEY?! I WANT SILENCE!
No one is screaming. No one but me.
Someone expected the banana.
: See's himself.. looking good as always.
Sewers now overflow with fresh bath water and soap.
: His boomerang breaks. The anger makes him go Mega.
Permanently.
The Watchers return but become peace loving hippies and fly off to space.
And then Teemo tries one:
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: He can no longer run faster than the entire enemy team.
With a swing of his ax he cuts down his target without much effort. His pride filled him as he caught the ax as it fell too him.
He then smirked and turned to face the crowed who came to see him. He held up his arms in victory...but no one made a sound.
Draven was confused for a second, then he saw the crowed was watching him, but they looked unimpressed and almost hateful of him.
He simply smirked and then tossed his ax at another target of his show. the ax hit the man and sprayed a shower of blood.
His crowed pleaser he then turned back to the crowed expecting the sounds of blood lust filled joy...but still nothing happened.
"What is wrong with you people?! This is DRAVEN your watching! CHEER!!!" But not one spectator even coughed at his remark.
For Draven this was something he had never felt before. He tried to make more of a show with it but every toss, every throw, every swing, every cut, nothing, NOTHING brought the people to their feet.
Draven started breathing quicker, but slowed himself down and smirked
"fine, you know what, I DON'T NEED YOU! I'm Draaaaaaaaven, I KNOW how amazing I am!"
But as he finished he could hear someone stifle a chuckle. Draven turned to the sound and the man looking at him simply snorted and chuckled.
"you got something to say filth?"
The moment the words left his mouth the man started laughing hard and loud. Draven gritted his teeth and grabbed his ax to add another body to his show. But as he gripped the hilt, he heard another person start laughing, and another, and another.
soon the whole Colosseum was laughing, at HIM.
"Stop it" he said but the laughter only got louder.
"STOP IT! STOP LAUGHING AT ME!!!" the laughter became defining as Draven fell to the ground and covered his ears.
"I AM DRAVEN YOU BRAIN DEAD-" before he could finish the crowed started to move from laughter to cheering, a shadow loomed over him.
he turned to see the shadow belonged to none other then Darius himself.
"You're nothing but an embarrassment to the family"
Draven sneered as the crowed cheered for his brother and mocked him as he looked up at him.
"What are you doing here? This is MY Show!"
Darius glared at his sad little brother "Not anymore" Darius then turned to the crowed and held up his ax. the crowed let out a thunderous cheer.
Men chanted his name, woman swooned and screamed, all called out for Darius, not for Draven.
Draven had enough, he reached for his ax and grabbed the hilt, as he turned he threw the ax, but it not only missed the mark, the ax flew like he had thrown it for the first time. No style, no skill, it just hit the ground and lay in the dust.
Darius turned slowly, his hand clenched the grip of his ax.
"Whoawwhoawwhoaw now brother, heh, th-that was just a slip of the hand you know"
Darius turned and took hold of his ax with both hands.
"Come on, you know I wouldn't kill you, right?"
Darius didn't say a word but his eyes spoke volumes of death and blood.
"Darius? come on bro...say something" for the first time in his life, Draven knew fear, and as Darius looked down at his brother as the crowed called for Dravens head, Darius smirked.
"Get Dunked!"
It only took a second, Draven saw his brother jump into the air, and in one swift cut, Draven had become his own biggest fan, Literally. As Dravens vision tunneled and drew dark, all he could hear was the chanting of the crowed
"DARI-US!"
"DARI-US!"
"DARI-US!"
The end
hope you enjoyed
second rework when they make him a support.
Gets his cigar back, then accidentally drops it into a ravine.
Wakes up at mídnight, and the sun is still up. Grabs sunscreen, but there isn't any left. Goes to the store for more, but no mas. Looks for Moon Pies near the checkout, but there's only crates full of Capri Sun. Runs screaming into the street, only to run into Leona. Leona slides on shades before calling down a solar flare on a flowerbox of lilies turning them into sunflowers.
...NO ALCOHOL?
His teeth fall out.
Targon destroys every star... and doesn't get caught in the flames
: Kha'Zix jumps on him from a bush.
Is really big, high tolerance for shrooms, eats teemo.
All food is now pill form?!? No bakeries anywhere? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Everyone has easy access to free food, no one has to work for anything anymore, Ashe is ruling the Freljord, Piltover scientists found a way to make bacon SUPER HEALTHY and Sejuani discovers herself to be a short, asthmatic and physically weak world-renowned writer of romantic novels.
As a bonus;
discovers he is still alive.
: OK.
Nothing is illegal, society has given up monetary values and simply shares everything equally, making it obvious when something is stolen. Stealing isn't punished with jail time, instead law enforcement gives you a patronizing lecture about how stealing is wrong and you aren't a bad person.
: Nothing left to learn.
Blitzcrank can only grab garens, malphites, and wukongs
is cast out from Demacia and forced defend herself from both humans and dragons who hate her existence.
Its always a sunny day out.
The average IQ is 50
All the voidborn turnout to be goodguys
A string breaks on her Etwahl during a show
: World runs out of food
Leona's eyes flutted open... she's laying in the snow, the cold winds of Targon whipping around her. She hefts herself to her feet... she feels lighter than before. She was still dressed in her golden plated armor; instinctively she reached for her weapons, but her hands grasped nothing. Suddenly there was a flash of bright light that blinded her, forcing her to cover her eyes. When it ended, she looked around... blood stained Targon's usually pure white snow. Leona looked around; warriors frozen in time fighting horrid creatures... they looked like her people, but from a time long before her own, but one thing she noticed amongst all of them was the ancient Solari symbol, carved into their armor and shields. Leona scanned the area until her eyes fixated on the middle... the golden boy with the horns stood there, a gentle smile on his face. "Come." A voice echoed in her mind, Leona's legs began to move even before she told them too. Leona scanned the area as she walked, soldiers lay slain in the snow, hands clutched around their weapons... horrid monstrosites were climbing up Targon, trampling everything in their path. Thick, vile ooze dripped from their razor sharp maws, clawed appendages kicked up dirt and snow; walking nightmares, all of them.
Leona stopped, she felt a shiver run down her spine and she clenched her fists... what was the point of all of this? "Come" The voice echoed in her head again... she followed once more. Leona continued to follow the golden boy, seeing the frozen faces of war, both her own people and the monsters. At the very top however, she saw them... to the left stood a woman in brazen armor, a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, a helmet hid her auburn hair, and the only thing visible inside of it were two gleaming red eyes. To the right stood a man, a long silver blade in his hand, dressed in the same armor that Diana wore. The familiar, long silver blade clenched tightly in his pale hands, the blades tip crackling with moonligt. In the middle stood another man, dressed in Leona's armor. Shield raised and sword positioned in the same way she herself had done countless times. Behind them was a being she had not yet seen, a massive entity of power. The dragon loomed over all three aspects, stars held in it's hands. It wore a crown upon it's mighty head.
This is where the golden boy stopped, standing in front of the four mighty beings. Leona approached him and fell to one knee "Another war, fought long ago?" She said softly in question, though she already knew the answer. The boy nodded his head, and reached out with his finger, lightly touching her forehead. A flash of light blinded her again, and when she opened her eyes, she was in her bed. She sat up... she felt the entity within her writhe. Her skin shimmered and her eyes flashed golden for a moment. "Yes, I know." She said, standing and grabbing her armor
"There is work to be done."
MY ORANGES HAVE BEEN REPLACED WITH BANANAS!?!?!?
AND WHERE IS ME JAR OF DIRT!?!?
AND THEY REPLACED MY DANCE!?
i know my name doesnt make sense with the following champ but the reason why i dont main my favorite champ is simply (i suck dicks at him), that said, grab popcorn, grab your buttplug, grab your cocain, and without further ado r-r-r-read it
''the wind blew calm that night, Lucian got a message from vayne saying she needed help hunting a special monster near MT.targon. Without hesitation lucian picked up his guns and left for his mission. Upon arrival tho something wasnt right, the sky was empty of stars, and lucian felt like he was getting watched by something, and even worse, he couldnt find vayne.
That's when out of the sudden in the distance he saw a creature he never saw before, but he knew it was the monster vayne told him about. Lucian didnt know how it got out of the shadow isles, but it didnt matter for him, all that mattered was to kill the fiend and go back home.
So lucian prepared himself, pointed his gun at the ghostly figure..... and he froze.....
He couldnt believe it, before him stood a messed up version on the one he loved his whole life, his wife, senna. Even if she was changed into a beast by the tormented magic of the shadow isles he knew it was her, and he couldnt shoot as she grew closer and closer
thats when out of nowhere vayne pinned her to a nearby tree, snapping him out of his paralysis. lucian looked at her, a tear fell down his cheek..''im sorry i couldnt protect you'' he said, pointing his gun at his wife.
right as the piercing light was about to desintegrate his own wife, the poison wore of, he stood there in the bush, for the first time in a long while, he felt like he wasnt in control, and he had but one thing in mind
find and kill that badger..... ......for senna
Did skarner jizz on garens face?
Are we shipping 
+ now? Are we really doing this? Are we?
Lets never do this again OK!?
Agreed
