When I first began playing LoL, my eyes came upon a certain champion. She stood out from the others. Her complexion looked smooth to the touch. Her beautiful long black hair entranced me. Her rose red lips enticed me. I couldn't help but stare.
Every night before I logged off, I would look at her splash art as I drifted off to sleep. Then I would dream. I dreamt about her in her skin-tight suit, gripping her crossbow with dominance, yet with a certain femininity.
"Impure Fools" She would whisper in my ear as she sensually wraps those red lips around them. She coyly slid off her cape and reveals her pale shoulder. "In the dark all is laid bare". I shudder in anticipation of the FInal Hour, but then light fills the room, and I am greeted by the sun. It was only a dream and nothing more. I realize the bitter truth. My existence and hers will never coincide by the laws of the universe, and so I spend my days in torment. I locked myself in my room and began playing League 14 hours every day. One Vayne game after the next. Anything just to see the way she tumbles and crits oh so lasciviously. But it is only when I am asleep that I could truly be with her, and I await my FInal Hour to finally be together.