it startled me how silent it had become.
that was when i realized something was up. it was not your run of the mill black out, not in piltover, not with syphoning power from hextech. it was, quite simply put, more of a nothingness than anything. it was almost as if i had been blinked to an engulfing, disorienting void where but a photon existed. teleportation was not what set the whole thing up to be bizarre, less so the destination of the warp.
little did i know, and before i even knew it, i was already in way over my head.
thoughts the better part of scrambled, i almost didnt notice the second shift in scenery. suddenly i found myself standing atop a, uh, what the fuck was it ? for the most part it resembled one of those abandoned plots i used to follow cait around playing cops and robbers. Only thing is the premise was cut off preemptively within a square’s perimeter, a cloudless crimson sky afoot.
i tried looking around some more, and as soon as i caught a glimpse of that nauseating smirk i had grown so tired of seeing, we both spat almost simultaneously at each other
the fuck you doing here fuckface.
well the “fuckface” was her word, not mine. i opted for something slightly more elegant out of courtesy for that cunty bee word.
seriously though, do u know what the fuck happened ? i forced out the words, disgruntled by the obvious lack of any retrievable answers.
do i LOOK like i know what the fuck’s up ?
figured as much, ye boobless.
there was a lunge, or rather an attempt at it, in my direction as jinx decided, apparently, that she would bite my head off in retaliation. that was when the most prostrating yet of our realizations sank in, we could not move.
what the he…
just as i was about to finish we were warped. again. this time we felt it. the vortex spat us out onto a similar set up, scale-wise. on this imperial dragon etched island, however, we werent alone.
i recognized those guys from the wanted posters decades ago. graves and some serial con artist that goes by the name of twisted fate. they looked, if possible, even more confused than us.
more noticeable still was two towering figures casting immense shadows over us from two opposing corners of the field. even with my back turned the burning sensation of its intent gaze was very much perceptible.
then there was the countdown.
it wasnt very explicit. but i didnt need anyone to spell it out for me. it sounded urgent. my body tensed up in wait as the secondly intervals tapered to an end.
next thing i know, my body began moving of its own, not mine, volition. my gauntlets were looking for targets, and soon enough started hammering into the graves guy with the crazy looking gun. we didnt exchange much except for blows but from the look he gave me i knew he hated this every bit as i did. the sound of bullets zipped past the air around me as jinx unloaded her barrage of artillery, involuntarily i assumed, onto the poor dudes’ temples. come to think about it, i had ever only been going up against pow pow and fishbone before. funny how it should work out this way i thought to myself. though i could not quite help thinking how furious cait wouldve been at the knowledge of this cute little collaboration.
the fight ended before we even knew it. there was no blood, mind you, they just sort of, uh, disappeared, like when your character runs out of hp in a video game. i did catch an instant when the giant fox-butterfly ( yes and yes ) in front of us winced, perhaps in pain, before we were teleported back to where we had been a minute prior, unscathed, and more debilitatingly confused than ever before.
if i gave it a long hard look, i would start to notice similar assets way in the distance, appearing to be floating islands held up by magic most arcane, each adorned with its own sprite, the same ones that watched on our skirmishes like side betters.
this was either a terrible practical joke, or we had been dragged into a sick game.
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