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Originally Posted by Takamachuchu
lets write some LoL poetry....
It starts with many high-pitched pings,
'Charge forward, mates! They're baroning!'
Our Caitlyn takes the hurried lead -
Her Phantom Dancers give her speed,
Then Yi, then Morde - both grim and black,
Then me, a Yordle, in the back.
We rush through jungles, wade through streams,
We shout out curses and extremes,
We're panicked, barreling through creeps -
The buff's advantage is too steep!
Yi pops his ult, we charge ahead...
But then we stop - the baron's dead!
Just then we're set upon by Trynd,
All big and mean, a whirlwind!
He's followed by a Nunu hulk,
And Karth - all hammering their ults!
Then Rammus - taunting all but me,
By now they've all popped AOEs
What can I do? We've lost this play,
I shoot my ult, and jump away!
What can one poor Tristana do
Against the rampaging team Blue?
My Yordle vocals growing hoarse,
Our situation's getting worse,
Then Nunu hits me with his ball,
But lucky me - I jump a wall.
I make it to the spawn, and cry
Mourning my teammates that have died.
They take mid towers, 3! 2! 1!
Inhib! Oh God - gg, I'm done!