Dynamic queue fanfiction

League of Legends was bought out by a competitor organization in which they will replace LoL with a new Moba to dominate the market. To do this they need to slowly degrade interest in the game while still promoting professional players to stay interested and their advertisers donating.

Enter dynamic queue.

League of Legends will die from dynamic queue. It will turn into selling anything above bronze to people. The problem is after 1 or 2 seasons these legacy items will lose any value or meaning because you can't actually use them yourself with out being destroyed by the same people that boosted the account.

1 year passes...

A grand new Moba enters market place. League, gasping in a quivering melancholy realization that these may be the last final moments of existence. Lights blinking cease to illuminate. Both human and machine share in a silent understanding, the magnitude these moments, landing in a crisp yet teetering battle of mildew and, coincidentally life ending form, frost, of late fall propagate to the dismay of millions of lives and its billions of memories..

A final command is entered by quivering fingers. In good humor the freezing metallic user interface beeps with anger at its operator. A charade of errors explaining that the redundant, duplicate, needless, useless, and unproductive actions by operator struggle to print; its once powerful computing power all but twisted metal laying in corners of barren rooms.

An irritated Operator scoffs and winces at the matching charade of the high frequency sound board's audio counterpart; the piercing of a discontent electrical current ripple through the once still atmosphere. A moment of mourning falls over the user. feeling much as it would to physically swallow a bowling ball, lurks deep within his stomach. Clenching his teeth, contemplating in fear that the final stacks processed via LoL's intimately, vulnerable root access, was nothing but displeased of the clumsy strokes. A heated flush of embarrassment flowers through his body, now also sharing source's unmistakably insulted final state. While Imagining that this shared sensation aimed at a slightly personal resentful commentary on years of horrible gameplay. the frequency dissipates and the dominating legacy first started at this same terminal. completely ruining any connection once so powerfully connecting user, machine, and its common friend, zero and one. entered in an cold abandoned office building logs the evidence of life that moments ago existed, the exhaled in a gaseous form that Earthling life exhales as byproduct of their respiratory system..

tldr; the rest is on a notepad. enjoy every grammatical mistake, train of thought, and absent logic. thanks for cleaning up my pasta i spilled here.

P.s. inbfourtwentylol B)