History of lol: The Horrible meme-level lores of the past.

Nunu As a child, Nunu and her family inhabited the Northern fringe of Runeterra's polar region, spending their days ice fishing and huddling for warmth in the desolate landscape. Born with the ability to freeze the very air around her, Nunu became invaluable to her small village as an igloo builder, creating blocks of ice to form the foundations for the village's buildings. One day, as Nunu sat patiently next to her fishing hol**e, she was startled by a massive, starving Yeti that burst from underneath the glacier and collapsed miserably next to her. **Feeling pity for the poor, shivering beast, **Yuralis **offered the Yeti a fish from her bucket. With wide eyes, the eager Yeti gobbled it down, feeling much better and the two became fast friends.

So, Nunu was a girl. And apparently, she was born with the ability to freeze the very air around her? (Ehh wasn't the Yeti supposed to do that?) But who the hell is Yuralis? Who is who at this point? This was the pivotal starting point of "Nunu is the Yeti and who the hell is on top of him" meme.

Morgana 1st edition. Morgana Le, Kayle's sister. Bitterly they fought for the title of supreme Judicator. When Kayle won, Morgana Le became disgraced and fallen.

This changed to 2nd edition. Morgana, Kayle's sister. Bitterly they fought for the title of supreme Judicator. When Kayle won, Morgana became disgraced and fallen.

Devs: I wonder whats wrong...Ahh Yes! it is the "Le"! she ain't French enough! *She was Renamed to Morgana Hex.

Mordekaiser Literally just walks in the institution of war. And says he wants to join. Because he frigging** CAN**.

And finally...Gragas. The king of awful lore. The foothills of the Great Barrier are home to the hardiest people found anywhere on Valoran. Only those with great fortitude and endurance dwell in what is perhaps the most rugged and unforgiving environment anywhere on the face of Runeterra. It is here that the mighty Gragas keeps permanent residence, living south of Noxus. This behemoth of a man has long eschewed the rigors of civilization for what he calls his 'slice of paradise'. He has no neighbors to bother him and plenty of space to pursue his life's ambition- brewing. Grogs, ales, meads, and wine - nothing is beyond his skill.

What makes Gragas a truly special brewmaster, however, is his proximity to a large and powerful nexus. The magic of this nexus has seeped into his fermented creations, and Gragas has consumed enough of his own poison over the years to slake the thirst of an army. This arcane alcohol has caused Gragas to swell both in height and girth; he looms over the tallest of men and boasts nearly twice their width.

To complement his immoderate size, Gragas has developed an ornery temper - one fueled by liquor and raw magic. His infrequent sojourns into Noxus for supplies always unfold the same way: Gragas enters a Noxian tavern, Gragas gets into several fights, Gragas lays out countless citizens, and finally Gragas flees for the foothills with Noxian constables in hot - though reluctant - pursuit. His misadventures have garnered him the attention of several summoners in the League of Legends, and he is now a willing champion in the arenas... doling out hard liquor and harder fists

Basically, Gragas drunk brewed radiation contaminated alcohol. Drank it and became mutated so he is twice the size of the normal man. But there is more to it. The radiation inside his drink made his personality extremely violent as well, and he raids the Noxian borders to get his ingredients.

...Yes pre-retcon Noxus. The evil for the sake of evil Noxus.