The Sound of Tilting.

Hello salt lick, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again. Because an AFKer softly lurking, Left the game while I was farming. And the anger that was planted in my brain... Still remains... Within the Sound...of Tilting.

In restless games I walked alone... Solo lanes where I get boned. 'Neath the halo of my jungler's ping, He went bot-lane instead of helping. When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a Luxanna ult... It's all his fault... And I touched the Sound...of Tilting.

And in the solo queue I saw... Ten thousand trollers, maybe more. People supp'ing without warding. People diving without pinging. People feeding Riven because their main pick just got banned... Do what you can... And disturb the Sound...of Tilting.

Fools, said I, you do not know... Tilting like my cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you. Take my Lantern that I might save you. But my words like muted text-chat fell... And echoed in the Wells...of Tilting.

And the redditers bowed and prayed... To the Faker god they made. And the board flashed out its warning... Of the patch notes that were forming. And the notes said "The Champion that you hate is about to get ALL the buffs!" Enough's enough... I'll drown within the Sound...of Tilting.