Allow me to tell you a tale...
Our story begins on Summoner's Rift. A quiet Soraka player and her trusty Caitlyn duo. All seems well, with the stiff competition of Leona and Corki at our necks. We tussled often, poking and prodding at each other. But we prevailed. We had traveled to the center of the Rift.
Fast forward a few moments -- the enemy Xerath striking fear into our hearts. "Double kill." "Triple kill!" We shuddered at the mere sight of this besieging beast. I couldn't take it anymore. I had finally fallen. "You have been slain." My score struck 0/1/10. The perfect score, ruined by one lone summoner. I pushed forward, thinking that Caitlyn could dominate this beast... and he did.
Fast forward many more moments, 50 minutes into the battle, to be precise. Caitlyn no longer found a use for me. Minion kills passing 400, kills far into the double digits. I felt abandoned, but I knew it was for the best. Caitlyn was the one person able to win us this game. And it seemed like they had.
"ACE!"
This was it. Victory was in sight. It only took a dash to the enemy's stronghold, and a few quick, precise strikes against the Blue Nexus.
ping ping ping
"Go go go!!!"
We were here. "A turret has been destroyed! You have destroyed an inhibitor!"
But, all seemed to go cold almost instantaneously. As the seconds ticked against the enemy's respawn timers, our push seemed to go on for an eternity. I looked around, to see my most trustworthy accomplice no where near.
"Executed!"
My heart sank. Caitlyn's corpse lay within the pit of Baron Nashor. After all of the struggle, all of the sweat and blood put into the match... Caitlyn was still not finished. Caitlyn wanted to prove that they, by their lonesome, could tackle the Nashor. And the result was guaranteed failure.
"DEFEAT!"
GGWP, my friends.
...and Caitlyn?
I hope you're happy.
