I will rather have my kids on drugs than play this vile piece of garbage. It costs every bit of your sanity to click that play button and when the accept prompt comes, you briefly think about your life choices, but you accept anyway. Then you are greeted with the most braindead team you will ever meet online. You are forced to think the circumstances that they must have gone through that makes them this retarded. The enemy team is literally preparing for TI so they will stomp you like insects. You question God about why he is allowing this literal brain♥♥♥♥ to happen to you. He will answer, "You did this to yourself, my child". As you think about how you got here, you remember that friend that introduced you to this infinite cesspool of rage and despair. You curse him God of war style by looking up to the heavens. In the end, it is too late for someone like me. I am bound to stay in this hell. I cannot escape.

Every now and then, and Angel comes down and says, " You should play League of Legends".

I ain't stooping that low.