||08-29-2012 06:03 AM
The Death of Teemo
It was a fine, sunny, morning in the summoners rift. Today, the young yordle Teemo decided to play the role of an AD carry, going bot lane with Anivia as his support. Buying his items fast, he scuttled towards the bush closest to the enemy tower, and stood still, blending into the background while waiting for his lane opponents to arrive. I will have fun surprising them, and getting another first blood, he thought to himself.
After not long, two young women walked up the lane. One was a blonde with long, flowing hair, and a tall and slender body, especially at the waist. She was dressed in a tight, white, outfit that was embroided in gold. In her hands she carried a large, blue crystal bow. Her bra could barely contain her ample youthful breats. This was the Freljordian Beauty known as Ashe.
Next to Ashe was her support Leona, who dressed in crimson red suit and wore armor made out of gold that shone in the sun. Bright brown eyes sparkling with confidence sat on her pretty face.. Similar to Ashe, she also had an ample chest and a slender, curvy waist.
Unaware of the nearby threats, Leona and Ashe casually strolled into bush Tteemo was in. Teemo stood still, waiting for the perfect moment, his body shaking with anxiety. Seeing his jungler Trundle come over and Anivia nearby, he saw a 3v2 that would go in his favor. Another victim would fall, this time young girls caught off guard that were probably much weaker than huge, strong cows or muscular thugs with shotguns. They were mere women, they were weaklings, they were outnumbered. Teemo could win this fight with ease, the death of his enemies was certain. First blood would be his, and Teemo would be generously rewarded with four hundred gold. He only saw victory ahead of him.
Breaking out of stealth, he raised his blowgun and threw a toxic, blinding dart that fell on Leona's shield. Seeing this, Leona responded with a huge thud to Teemo's face with her shield, stunning him, as Ashe fired an arrow that found its mark on Teemo's leg. Hearing Teemo's dreadful cries for help, Trundle turned and saw Teemo lying in a pool of his own blood. He Charged up to Ashe with his huge, menacing club, ready to smack Ashe in the ass. Teemo rushed back towards the nearby Anivia while Ashe and Leona followed in pursuit, but Teemo knew was no way the could catch for he could run fast. As Teemo raced to safety, a huge wall of ice suddenly appeared in his path, seperating him from his friendly turret. Glancing behind, he saw Ashe and Leona pacing nearer and nearer. In a panicked frenzy, Teemo desperately trying to scuttle around the wall, and almost made it when he was suddenly stopped by a huge, filthy pillar. As he stopped before the pillar that lay before him, he was immediately met by a sword penetrating the flesh of his small, yordle body while another arrow thudded onto his arm. Teemo lay on the ground, helplessley as Leona planted her foot victoriously on Teemo's small chest and waved her sword. There was no hope for Teemo, and everyone knew it. It was his end. Glancing around for help, he saw Anivia and Trundle exchanging nods with his enemies. He screamed in agony as Leona sliced off his limbs, but his cries did not bring help, they only bought smiles and laughters from his opponents and "Allies". "Take a good look around you, it's the last your going to get" he heard. Before Teemo could reply, an arrow flew through his eye, penetrating into his little yordle brain. All that was left of poor Teemo was a mutilated corpse, a little mound of blood and bones. First blood was spilled, and his enemies were victorious.
Moral: Don't pick Teemo AD bot and don't trust your teammates