[LoM] League of Mafia - Day Three

[Ashe]

1 - Kaden
2 - Waffuru
3 - Whompt
4 - Kole T. Merr
5 - Jarka
6 - Jonathon Meer
7 - Sigfried
8 - John Doe
9 - Rafael
10 - Vad
11 - Celena
12 - Piper
13 - Leo
14 - Rose
15 - Mal Nova
16 - Kami
17 - Orion
18 - Josh

All remain. Day Phase ends in 24 hours on the roll of the hour.

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Evelynn darted around a corner with low health, hearing the wolf’s howl with a rush of adrenaline passing through her. He would come for her, that she knew. She pressed forward until she reached a bush that would otherwise be considered safe before stopping to recall. The beam of blue energy surrounded her in a way that could be seen by all but was shrouded by the leaves… until her world suddenly erupted into claws and fur.

His slashes tore into her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of death, but she was ready, an activated Quicksilver Sash shaking her duress and allowing her to taunt her enemy with “gg noob, baited like a boss” before Warwick found himself surrounded by an entire team. His bloodlust quickly dampened to survival instincts when he realized that the hunter had become the hunted.

Many things almost happened all at once in light of the situation. Twisted Fate almost drew his card from those floating before him when they suddenly dropped from the air with clumsiness. Soraka almost infused a warrior with valuable energy but found herself faltering, worthless to her team. Shen’s practiced stance and hum of energy almost brought him to another’s aid… before a random smattering of bird droppings fell to his face with the worst of luck, giving him a momentary sigh of sadness. The mafia almost placed the blade through the heart of their target, but…

None of them could later recollect the moment when a small flap of bandage wrappings flew over the wall to bring with it a rather pathetic savior to make them all remember the moment when they were not the warrior’s that they were but simply an ordinary person, prone to mistakes and failure, nothing more than the kind of champion that a level one summoner would bring to battle.

The demoralization passed through everyone that moment, with both teams offering a surrender vote at once. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, but mostly, every champion questioned themselves. Every summoner was typing into the chat, passing blame to one another while their every move was being questioned, buying valuable time for those out of place to return to their base with their lives.

The moment the last of them recalled, the wave of ultimate suffering passed, causing everyone to reflect on the moment when a teary eyed mummy leaped over a bush to valiantly save the day… hoping to redeem himself by saving everyone… while knowing that his victory today would not erase the fact that he had awoken centuries after his death within his tomb to find himself alone, each and every family member having moved on and forgotten him quickly before his death, his every treasure stolen from his tomb by some of those he considered his closest of friends. He had relived these thoughts every minute until the moment he had been awakened.

It truly was the most heart wrenching thing one could imagine, and as they recalled, the summoner controlling Amumu bit back his tears to type into team chat “close one, I actually made a difference!” only to see every reply a simple rewording of “shut up bitch” “u mad bro?” and “delete and uninstall, thanks for not coming till it was almost too late noob!”.

Many an entry would later be written on Myspace that night by the unstrung hero that had saved the day, hopeful that the internet would not be filled with the personality type he had encountered since day one. Deep down, he just hoped to win a friend. His empty buddy list would continue, the trends of loneliness unchanged.

Unconcerned with his depression, the warriors clashed once more…