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PROJECT: Reckoning fanfic competition!

Helmight·7/17/2019, 6:07:31 AM·10 votes·10,876 views

EDIT: Aaaaaaand that's time! I'll be judging all of the entries and choosing winners tomorrow! Thanks again to everyone who participated :) ** EDIT 2: The winners have been selected! Big congratulations to SyndrHulk as the top upvoted winner and wwholesumm as the judge's choice winner! Thanks again to everyone for participating :)**

A few years back, Bioluminescence ran a fanfiction competition focused on the new PROJECT skin releases. I thought that was an amazing idea and figured why not do another one for the new PROJECT releases? So here we are with the PROJECT: Reckoning fanfic competition!

The Challenge: As you might expect, this is a competition about telling the story of PROJECT: Reckoning. Check out the trailer for more details about the event: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wg6lffteZ-w

Your challenge is to tell a story about one of the new PROJECT units (Irelia, Akali, Jinx, Pyke, or Warwick) and why it seeks revenge on the company that created it. Bonus points if this incorporates anything about their canon backstory (Irelia's hatred of Noxus, Akali's rebellion against the Kinkou, etc.). ** Rules: **

  1. ** 500 word count limit.** As much as I love PROJECT fanfiction, I have a limit as to how much I can read through.
  2. There will be two winners. One will be based on total upvotes, while the other will be based on my personal favorite. Make sure to upvote your favs!
  3. The deadline is 11:59pm PST, July 31st. Make sure to have your entry in (and within the word count) by then!
  4. There will be prizes! Both of the winners will receive the PROJECT skin of their choice (or 1350 RP, if they don't want any of the skins) for having the best entry! I will be adding the winners in order to gift them after the contest concludes. Note that this only includes NA Summoners - sorry guys, I only have an account on the NA servers :/

Good luck to all entrants!

25 Comments

RiotBioluminescence7/17/2019, 6:01:22 PM10 votes

Oh my goodness, that brings me back :D

Good luck to everyone, and beware corrupted code!

SyndrHulk7/20/2019, 7:44:08 AM5 votes

Gnnnnzzz://khhhrrrrr://

First he felt hunger. It coursed through him, primal power crashing against digital safeguards until strange new limbs writhed and spasmed. He tried to puke - where did his jaw end? A claw the size of a car door instinctively jammed upwards, wrenching apart carbonide teeth and eventually allowing him to spew stinging blue bile on top of the waste heap he was in.

Gddouuupphheeerr://hhaaaaeeedjjuunnnsttrrrr://

Then he felt the rest. Pain. Light. Stench. Noise. Blood.

Ghhhheeetouuuuttofffhhheeeerree://hhhaaaeettyyooouu://mmonnssstrrrr://

He twisted around the swing before he saw it. It was like seeing but wasn't - every shift around him displaced that pungent air just enough for foreign sensors to process unseen trajectories. Moving before he could think - he didn't think - it only took two giant front teeth to tear the augger's throat right out. Red flesh and blood mixed with blue and gray steel, and in a moment the human trash's corpse lay dead on the trash pile.

More flashes inside his skull. Someone - no one? - shut door - daggers - pistol - bloodstained -

Ghhhhhyyouuuprrmzzt://yyoouuuprrrrmzztttt://nnnoommmrrrrrkkiilllnggg://

Pain? Hunger? Something wracked his body://soul:// and he fell. His inhuman limbs flailed helplessly until his two-ton body crashed twenty feet below. He was left recalibrating on his armored back, underbelly and circuitry facing the ever-clouded sky. Drops fogged his visual processors.

Rain - it had rained then. It had always rained. Had it?

Nnnnnnmmmmmmddddd://nnnnotttmmmmyydaaddddd://

Pain - hunger - a scent. Close. Danger. He was suddenly on unbalanced feet, skeletal motors falling into a pattern he didn't set, muscular frame ready to pounce and tear anew.

Hunger - hunger - HUNGER://

With a preprogrammed feral roar he leaped - enemy standing still - impossible to miss -

He missed. No. He stopped. Inches from an un://familiar:// face.

Hhhhhllppprrrr://wwweekknnnnnhhllppprrrr://yyyyouwantooohlllpphherrrr://dddooenntyyouu://

She was tall - not a walking carnage machine like he was - but tall nonetheless. Diamond shaped diodes helped shape her outline - visual data was scrambled and confusing, her hooded cloak muddying the contours of the armor - her hovering blades were killing machines like he was - un://familiar://

"I know you. You know me. Us. Failures. To them. To Project."

Pain - tables and vials and implants and restraints and pain and://

In://human - trans://human - beyond://human -

Slowly a hand reached out to him - to the wolfish cybernetic snout of a monster. Every processor in his new body screamed at him, compelled him -

Pain://hunger://armed://murder://fear://machine://pain://

She could surely feel his body trembling as her hand landed, every ounce the man he once was willing this body to stay. An odd feeling - connection - un://familiar://

"Come. The others are waiting. Like you and me. Outcasts. Outsiders."

Her body turned back, back towards the endless stretches - the City that was://is://will be - and she walked away.

“They need us. Need you. Those cast aside will have our Reckoning.”

Hhhhhellpppusss://hhhhlllpyyyouu://hhheeellppphherrr://

He twitched, machine animal instincts demanding one last time that he strike now, kill to live -

He followed.

Pain - hunger - agony - memory - purpose://

Reckoning://

Ironclad Dragon7/19/2019, 7:38:17 PM3 votes

What am I? I never know how to answer. I examine my hand, and I see servos in place of joints, wires for veins, chrome instead of flesh. Am I a machine then? I want to say no, but just how much of me is human? My bones are made of steel, I require fuel, and I bleed neon. Yet I have flaws. Too many to count. I think and I feel. Too much in fact. I cannot be a machine. I'm something else. Something ugly. A ghost in a machine.

You cannot make the perfect killer from code and precepts alone. A machine lacks those vital components. Instinct. Hunger. Bloodthirst. No, you cannot make the perfect killer. They are found like pearls, torn from muscle then polished to a sheen. In the end the world sees a thing of beauty, and they never think about the oyster that died making it. The valuable parts are harvested. The rest is discarded.

I must have been worth harvesting. But they ended up discarding me anyway. Why? Details are more slippery than an eel. But emotions, feelings, I can remember. Think back...

Unease. Pain. Screaming. Sedation. Calm.

Modification. Evolution. Rebirth. Testing.

Perfection. Wait. Rejection. Betrayal. Rage. Violence. Overwhelmed. Dismembered. Broken. Thrown away. Cast adrift. Abandoned. Abandoned. Abandoned...

I'm drowning in my own mind, and I have to fight to keep my head above water. I reach for the nearest piece of debris, a piece of my broken psyche, but it sinks below the surface. I then swim toward a name, but the current carries it away. I almost reach a happy memory before a wave hits me. I'm spinning, choking, dying. My lungs scream. Somehow I break the surface and air rushes in. Fleeting relief. But my muscles still ache and burn. My body doesn't want to fight anymore. It'd be so easy to just let go and sink...

But then I see a face, the face of someone I knew. Eyes, ears, a nose, a mouth. The specifics are vague, but I would know them on sight. They were there.

I cling the rock of my anger. I cannot die yet. They need to pay. A life for a life. I'm going to ruin them the same way they ruined me. They made me a monster. I'm going to choke the life out of them with my own two hands, I'm going to... I'm... I...

I look at my hands.

What am I exactly?

Koori Oni7/22/2019, 12:39:49 AM2 votes

The memories of her youth felt like an odd dream, fuzzy, distant, almost... whimsical

The splashing of small feet, the slightly distorted voice of some adult, the laughter of the other children. Jinx remembered so little with clarity, she remembered some of the kids, she remembered how tough it was to get by, how the gang worked like rats under Central as if it was a game. Yet their faces, their voices were lost, not in that whimsical dream like remembrance, lost instead in a torrent of memories and voices that where not her own.

The girl wanted the memories of what happened, of the slip up that got her caught by those Project bots... was her friend trying to help her, or was it her fault, she couldn't focus long enough to get so much as a byte of the memory. Even the torment, the torture as Project grafted, tore, replaced, and implanted part after part into the girl. A 'Stress Test', she remembered that, to see how much one could take before fragmentation took hold. And when it was all said and done, she was tossed away like refuge.

What was left of the girl was arguably little more than a fragmented mess. Hysterical laughter, spouts of yelling, screaming for everyone to just, shut up, even in the silent nights. It could be argued if what was left of the girl could even feel the torment, her own thoughts drowned out by the fragmentation, let alone her memories, her sense of self. Hardly even able to function. Unable to feel anger, to desire revenge, she just wanted silence, and it drove whatever was left to madness beyond even fragmentation.

Yet in her fits of yelling, of pleading for silence, one day she had relief, for the briefest of moments. The explosion was bright, colorful, and loud enough to silence the voices, even for that brief millisecond. More so, the cause of the detonated bot was willing to grace Jinx with more of that peaceful bliss. His face blank of expression, of a face at all, yet he made a simple promise, a promise enough to earn her loyalty. Meaningless revenge, and more explosions and destruction than she could ask for, hours upon hours of sweet, sweet quiet.

He even had a list, a list of just what, and who, needed to be blown up, and the fragmented, crazed soul that resided in that body was more excited to help tick off every name, as long as each one left through a bigger, and bigger explosion.

AnotherPurple3797/23/2019, 12:20:19 AM2 votes

PROJECTs do not seek indulgence. They do not ponder emotions, or look for meaning in anything. They are given objectives and expected to complete it in timely manners, with the sharpest precision. Practicality is what’s expected of them, and they deliver on what they were built to do.

But dancing is not practical. It’s frivolous, a waste of precious time and stamina, self-indulgent. Its frowned upon and sneered at among PROJECTs, for deviating from the standards they were supposed to follow, for being an imperfect machine. Every movement she makes, every motion of the dance she follows, feels like rebellion.

But Irelia embraces it, because it’s all she has left. Of everything they have taken from her, the memories of the dances, of a semblance of home, family, and comfort, they’re all she remembers now.

She had tried to regain her humanity, grabbing and holding on to all she had remaining and refusing to give it up. She had lashed out, with pain and fury in her metal heart, an intense feeling that ached for the losses she couldn’t remember. She had killed, turned their own weapons against them, spilled red and black, almost tore her way out of their steel buildings. And when they finally caught her, PROJECT threw her away to die in the wastes outside their walls.

With the spirit she refused to let PROJECT take away from her, she made a name for herself, and despite her reluctance, she became their legend, their figure of hope and strength. Their leader. And she found a strange new comfort in them, persevering through dangers together. Almost like a family.

Whenever Irelia was alone and safe, she danced. She recited all the movements she could remember, searching and piecing them together from the depths of her scattered brain, artificially wiped of the person she once was and then filled with the wires and chips that connected her to her cybernetic blades. Once they had hacked her spirit to weaponize her for their own gain, but now she used what they did to her own benefit.

Then the Outcasts arrived, people like her that were stripped of their souls, and then discarded. They were angry, vengeful, sometimes glitching in general insanity. They wanted to take down the one who abandoned them, and they wanted her to join them.

Yes, she was angry, and she too craved revenge. But what made her accept their offer was a piece of overarching fear in the back of her mind, an uncomfortable, unbearable emotion she hadn’t felt before and wanted to get rid of. The fear that she will lose anything that mattered to her. Her new family, her emotions, her own life. Her dances.

Irelia hears a wolf’s howl, sees PROJECT’s logo, thinks about what they have already taken from her and how they used her. And she knows she needs to stop them.

She needs to stop them, before they come to finish what they started, to destroy everything she has.

(499 words total, checked in a word document)

birdclock 7/24/2019, 7:11:13 AM2 votes

**Dead Man's Float **

His fingers belong to another failure he’d found. _Failures _ are piled all across the wastelands, bodies scattered on hard rock. Sorry souls. The inner parts of his arm belong to another discarded wreck. The back of his head too, the scuffed surface of his shoulders, the flat of his forearm—

His eye. That’d been his own, he thinks. Pyke still needs to find another.

He remembers a woman (a human) asking for a second chance. Volunteering to escape her life. She’d escaped her life alright. Whirs noiselessly in his chest cavity now. Keeps him running.

Another memory. Pyke can see the view from one of the towering high rises. Feels his tongue run over his teeth. Not nervous—anticipating. The city is so far below. He’ll be king of the world.

That gets a grim chuckle out of him as he picks his way across the wastelands. King of the world. Was that him? With so many different pieces it’s hard to tell anymore.

The only thing that _all _ of him has in common is PROJECT. Even the simple thought stirs up jittering memories. Can see a machine grinning at him, waiting to dismantle—take him apart and swallow him with metal teeth. The glare of lights, hum of an engine, chattering suits hiding behind their charts and goggles. All the clamoring recollections threaten to drown him—

“Easy money,” the recruiter tells him. “A once in a lifetime sort of opportunity.”

Pyke (a human) likes cash. He’ll work hard for a good buck. Hell, he’s already worked so hard to get where he is. The idea of earning more for doing less is very appealing.

“Tell me more.” He leans forward in his chair.

The woman in front of him clears her throat. She shuffles through the stack of forms in her hand. “My company is looking to—study—human behavior and physique in our hopes to engineer higher life.” She straightens the lapel on her blazer. “We’re trying to find candidates that possess extreme fortitude and presence of mind.”

Presence of mind. Pyke doesn’t consider himself to be weak-willed.

“Being such an exclusive and top secret opportunity, you’ll have to sign a nondisclosure agreement.” She offers him a tight lipped smile. “Of course, more than ample financial compensation will be provided.”

That final line is the one that hooks him. He clicks the end of the pen with his thumb.

Extreme fortitude. Pyke has that at least. He dives through the cloudy ocean of memories, brain buzzing with cold satisfaction. That was him. He knows for certain. That recollection belongs to him and no one else. Further proof of the lies and betrayal.

A study, they’d said.

_A once in a lifetime opportunity. _

He’s several lifetimes now, mismatched pieces put together with a single goal.

They took him apart? Pyke (a human?) can rebuild. He already has. When he’s through with PROJECT—he’ll make sure that there’s no chance they will ever claw themselves out of the rubble.

Pyke

quick note: the formatting looks a little whack to me so here's the link to the google doc as well. (494 words) :p sorry I don't use the forums much so i dont understand the formatting that well. i really wanted to explore the idea that he pieced himself back together with other scraps. good luck good luck!

GlovesGuy8/1/2019, 1:23:46 AM1 votes

A face swims into focus. It appears red and blurry through night vision.

RUNNING FACIAL RECOGNITION PROGRAM…

TARGET CONFIRMED – 100% MATCH.

_Finally. _

My vision expands, scanning the area for threats.

THREATS DETECTED.

Two security droids, moving in a basic watch pattern. They register as several years out of date. The level of security is substantially lower than anticipated projections.

THREAT LEVEL: LOW TO NONE

OBSTRUCTION DETECTED.

A shock gate. The light cast by the energy beams reveals a large portion of the surrounding area. It does not reveal me.

THREAT LEVEL: LOW TO NONE.

Advanced strategical analysis not required.

Time to go.

INCREASING POWER TO STEALTH SYSTEMS: 80% - 90% - 100%

The sounds of my body become masked, my visual profile is reduced to little more than a heat shimmer.

PROBABILITY OF DETECTION: 3%

Good enough.

I move towards the building on the far side of the wall. The pathing takes me right between the security droids, the red light of their scanners passing right through me. I continue unobstructed.

PREPARING ELECTRICAL DISCHARGE COUNTERMEASURES.

I approach the shock gate. The pillars of energy making up the bars of the gate look strange. Familiar… _ The tools of a traitor. Laughing at us. Sneering at us. I won’t forget._

MEMORY BANK CORRUPTION DETECTED. IMPLEMENTING PURGE IN 3… 2… _ I am not corruption!_

ERROR: PURGE CANNOT BE INITIATED. PLEASE CONTACT SYSTEMS ADMINISTRATOR.

I pass through the shock gate, the energy diffusing across my frame.

THREAT TO CRITICAL SYSTEMS: NONE.

Beyond the shock gate is a simple steel door leading in to the complex.

Hurry!

I raise my foot and smash the door off its hinges. A shout comes from within the complex.

PROBABILITY OF DETECTION: 100% _ Go! Go, go!_

I increase speed, smashing through the objects that obstruct me in the unlit room behind the door. I enter a hallway beyond the room. A human form, red through night vision, stands at the end of the hallway.

The shape of the body looks wrong.

TARGET CONFIRMED - 100% MATCH

What are you waiting for! We know that face!

SCANNING FOR TRAPS…

There are none.

It's time for payback! Kill him!

The shape of the body looks wrong.

DO IT!

The target raises his arm towards me, a weapon clutched in his hand.

THREAT DETECTED: MODEL H, HIGH CALIBER BARREL.

THREAT LEVEL: MEDIUM

ENGAGING SKEWER.

I raise my arm, and the skewer fires. It smashes through the target’s skull, and the body drops. The hallway is coated in red, the hot blood vivid in my night vision.

YES!

KILL CONFIRMED.

With a rattling sound, the skewer retracts into my arm. Mission comple--

ERROR: KILL NOT RECORDED.

What—

ERROR: MEMORY BANK FAILURE. REBOOTING FROM BACKUP SOURCE IN 3… 2… 1…

/REBOOT COMPLETE\

I awaken to a scream echoing behind me. I turn. A human form stands at the other end of the hallway. Their face swims into focus, red and blurry through night vision.

RUNNING FACIAL RECOGNITION PROGRAM…

TARGET CONFIRMED – 100% MATCH.

_Finally. _

Pyke's been done a lot on this thread already, but it's just such a fun concept to play with! Good luck to everyone involved!

unFOURJhinet7/17/2019, 10:00:47 PM1 votes

Pyke was an average man who lived his life celebrating project's advancements to protect them, until one night when they invaded his home and kidnapped him. He endured endless torture, having his limbs cut off to be replaced with technology. After the experiments ended he was malformed, turned into one of project's creations. However, unlike his project brethren he was left with his memories, whether that be through corrupted code or intentional no one will ever know, one day in a battle against the project rebellion he realized, why should I fight for the people that tortured me endlessly turning me into a monster. He took all his hatred of the corporation that he once loved and killed every robot in the surrounding area, project and rebellion alike. He wandered the city killing all who he deemed under project's corrupt and evil reign. He came across the project rebellion rejecting them and killing many along with it, the project police whom he slaughtered, citizens found him only to get a harpoon through their cheeks. He wandered the city looking for trouble and one day he found some worth his while. A Project vigilante approached him, Project Jhin readied his gun to kill the reject as Pyke leapt out at him, the fight continued for minutes each trading blows until Jhin fired his gun into Pyke's eye. With a roar he ran away to lick his wounds. As he healed he saw news about other project rejects, a bounty posted for each and every one of them. He realized that he didn't have to fight project alone, if he could only find a way to recruit them. He wandered the city noticing other vigilante's hunting him down, he even saw the likes of Katarina and Zed trying their best to find him. One day he came across another reject lying among the trash heap dead, it was Vayne's work, she would pay. He realized that the rejects would never win, not unless he could give a blow so fatal to project, that they could do nothing but come across them. He remembered where they created him and decided that is where he'd strike. He stood among the rubble of the building, alone among the destruction, he couldn't help but realize the irony, he came there a man, and they created the weapon of their downfall. He would later find all the rejects, Jinx, Warwick, Irelia, Akali, all people project corrupted. He would let them serve their turn, they would take down project and afterwards, when project has been destroyed once and for all, he would end them, and then finally, himself.

I checked it in google docs and it is under the required 500 words. THis is similar to Pyke's lore in the sense he is hunting down anyone he deems under the corporation's corruption, citizen and robot alike, and he doesn't necessarily work with the other rejects willingly, more so out of need.

Im In Your Base17/18/2019, 2:18:32 AM1 votes

Buildings flew by in a blur, but Vayne wasn't watching. Her bike sped down the dark streets, following a destination already programmed, her grip on the handlebars nothing more than a human habit. No, her thoughts were elsewhere, to the bodies yesterday. Both human and machine torn to shreds, ripped to pieces by claw marks only a creature could have done. Warwick.

She drove on for what seemed like hours as the rain began to fall, sifting through the cyberspace on her visor's display. The angry red code. It had to be Warwick. Finally she arrived, bike slowing as she turned into the alley. But as she came to a stop, placing a hand on the control to sync her data and began to dismount, the red code came back with a vengeance, exploding across her display with maddening numbers, blinding her.

And when she shut down her visor with a thought, she saw him. "Pyke? How..?"

"Yoooou.. I remember.." Pyke's voice broke for a second, before he spoke again, words laced with hatred. "I remember WHAT YOU DID!"

Vayne's eyes narrowed, looking to Pyke's hand as he began to raise a crimson spike of hateful cybercode. Realization hit her, she had been led here. "I will not be judged, but your code is beyond saving."

And then everything moved at once. The red spike became a spear speeding for her, Vayne's augments reacted without thought, diving to the side in the blink of an eye. But no hardware prepared her for his next move.

Pyke completely disappeared, his essence diving deep into the sea of cyberspace. She dismissed the urge to bring her visor up, whatever effect Pyke had on her sensors would render it useless. Phase bolter at the ready, she looked where he had gone. No sensor warned her as a ghostly red image materialized behind her, and then ripped forward, through her. Augments blew sparks and the angry red code again, machine and biology both flared in blistering, stunning pain as Pyke's cyber ghost became flesh and machine in front of her.

As she fell to the ground, a red X all her optic hardware allowed her to see, she whispered. "What did they do to you...?"

"Heh. The same thing I'll do to all of Project."

Win or lose that was fun to write. I wanted to include more WW but I didn't want to go over the word count. Suppose this goes without saying but this is a Pyke story from the ADC's point of view.

Makarakarn7/27/2019, 3:51:46 AM1 votes

Scraps, sparks, the neon city’d bleed now

Carved our way through the damn traitors’ town, and it’d been hell..

Hell of a slaughter!

Th’ hell happened after that..? Everything I saw was a mess of static and blur. I’m used ta’ seen’ everything wrong, but this wasn’t normal. What were we doing here anyways.. Serves em’ right, their damned dog was runnin’ out to rip the glowing city to bits, ain’t no PROJECT gonna be left after thiswigjwoOJWFOIEGJ-

System reboot initiated

Basic movement restored

Visual Modules damaged, operation limited

Memory..cORrup-

The world came back like boulder slammin’ right into me. I slump down on my knees, staring down. I try to move up, but my legs ain’t pickin..

“Damn scraps..” I mutter. I think that’s what came out n'yway..

Legs are full of holes..so am I..One of em’ though is a lot bigger. Some bastard tore a hole in my side, I’ll have ta’ pay them back for it, but first I gotta figure out my legs. A figure stands over me, shining a dull pink in the battering rain. “I#el##, help me up damnit!” I reach forward for my companion, and just like that..

A whine, a flash, and suddenly I ain’t reachin out no more..

They’re screamin’ at me now, they like my new half arm a lot less than I do, and that’s sayin’ somethn. I wrenched forward, “YOU DAMN SNAKE, HELP ME UP!”. Traitorous scrap has the nerve to look down on me. “Once I get up, I’m gonna carve ya’ up just like I’m gonna carve PROJECT up, Ya hear me!?” Where’s #### n’ #####..? I knew it..I knew they were in on it. All these damn bastards were with PROJECT- “You’re too dangerous Pyke, more dangerous than anything those sick bastards could whip up.”

Dangerous? She ain’t seen dangerous yet..

“Pull me up, and I’ll show you DANGEROUS!” One more time, another blade whizzed at me, this time takin a trip down my spine. I fell forward, a limp mess on the ground..This traitor was gonna be much worse once I got my hands on er’..

“Hopefully you’ll die here before they find you, because my people will not have you alive.”

Noble words fer’ a turncoat..

Shoulda seen this coming..wasn’t the first time I##l#a betrayed me. Thought I could trust er’, thought maybe she’d changed. I saw er’ walkin away now, slowly disappearing into the night. It was just like before. I was strapped to that damn table..and she turned and left me, walked right out the door, just like now..

I’ll kill all of the filthy snakes that betrayed me..

I’ll kill them

I’Ll kkill thEm

I;lL k17 73- 01000011 01110010 01101001 01110100 01101001 01100011 01100001 01101100 00100000 01100110 01100001 01101001 01101100 01110101 01110010 01100101

Systems initializing..

Boot failure..

Recalibrating for reboot..

Systems initializing..

Boot failure..

Recalibrating for reboot..

Systems initializing..

Boot failure..

Recalibrating for reboot..

Systems initializing..

Boot failure..

Recalibrating for reboot..

Baó7/27/2019, 8:26:33 PM1 votes

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gkVve5-wk-uyHkag8aWxkFpgGcFmd5ay6WiXyH4CZGc/edit?usp=sharing

That's the link. Word count: 446

I like to think that PROJECT: WARWICK doesn't have a reason for any particular revenge. He just needs to kill everything.

Shmeeve7/17/2019, 6:36:45 AM1 votes

Project Pyke: Pyke was an early prototype for the Project organization, before the likes of Yi or Zed. However, the potency of the creation was immense, Pyke was able to have it's own memories and state of willpower, similar to that of a human's, only greater. Out of fear, the organization shut down the project, however the very creation they made retaliated with murderous intent. The organization managed to subdue their own mistake, and trapped Pyke in a containment unit, similar to that of a snake. The project organization continued it's operation on ridding the entity, by wiping its memory. However, the memory could not fully wipe, it only left fragments in its mind of who it once was. They thrown Pyke outside the main city, into a desolate wasteland where many parts of previous inventions were scrapped. Pyke awoke, with his mentality broken, his memories faded, and his complete body disassembled, only left with his head, torso and a right arm. Over years, Pyke began to build his new body out of various parts of the scrapped projects left in the wastelands, creating a new complete body. In addition, by taking apart and redesigning weaponry used by PROJECT: Sentry's, he made his own weapon, two in fact. The weapons were able to take form of various types such as a spear, dagger, or a bladed whip. As years gone by, the project organization created its finest experiments, which was the time when projects yi, zed, and so forth existed. Pyke one day, found new Project creations where he remained, that of being abandoned. Filling with hatred, malevolence and a dire will of redemption, he banded up what was left alive in the wastelands, and marched toward the city, where the project organization is left. He will soon breach the project organization, to destroy every inch of progress they have come across. However, few pictures fill his mind, that every project alongside him share, that being pedals of a cherry blossom tree, towering over them. He is determined to grant redemption to not only himself, but the other abandoned projects left to die by the organization, in search of relief of pain and abandonment, and to find the rest of his memories, to search for who he was.

This ties to pyke's original lore, similar to how the fishermen cut his line, and left him to die to the monsters he hunted. Project pyke's was similar, the project organization abandoned its experiment, and left pyke to die out in the wastelands full of scrap metal, even if he was their closest invention at the time. And pyke responds in both stories the same way, with the dire feeling of revenge for those who left him to die.

Edit: I checked the word count myself in a document, it fits in the range.