Journal entry 6/16/2016

Dead poro in lane this morning, poro snack crumbs on burst stomach, Summoners Rift is afraid of me I have seen it’s true face. The lanes are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the junglers will drown, the accumulated corpses of all the dead minions and monsters will rise up to their waists and all the tanks, mages and assassins will look up and write “ SAVE US ! ”…

…and I’ll look down, and type “no.”

They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good players, decent summoners, who believed in team work for game experience points. Instead they followed the droppings of leavers, feeders and trolls and didn’t realize that the trail led over to an enemy gank until it was too late don’t tell me they didn’t have a choice.

Now the whole Nexus is poised on the brink, staring down a crimson defeat … and all of a sudden, nobody can think of anything to send.

ЯR