League of Legends Shorts

Building a Name

                Rage, jealousy, despair, confusion: emotions that spun in his mind. No matter how long he thought, his elaborate mind could not invent a solution to this issue. He had left himself so open for exposure, so ready to be fooled by a friend he thought he could trust.

                He sat in the darkness with the door locked. No one ever knocked or visited, the world didn’t notice, they never had. How long had it been since he had seen the sun, moved from this room or eaten a full meal? Those thoughts were needless. Even his name was unneeded.

                A resolution was needed, every fiber of his being needed to know how to redeem himself. He thought each action through and analyzed each possible outcome. None of which would help him receive the revenge, popularity and most of all liberation from this humiliation that encircled his forgotten name. 

                No matter the plot, he couldn’t figure out how to save himself. The glimmer of losing hope was beginning to look rather appealing. He could just stay here, wallow away with his rusted mechanics and broken dreams. His future was empty now.

                He had spent so much time and put in so much of his heart. The stars were bright in his eyes and it wasn’t that he lacked the talent, he was just naïve and fatally optimistic. Perhaps his thoughts were too positively based. After all he wanted dark things to occur to those who ruined him, maybe it was time for a darker outlook.

                A new way to craft something without being subjected to an imposter taking his magnificent creations: that was what he needed. Suddenly the young man was on his feet pacing the floor as the gears in his mind begun to turn. He thought up the schematics quickly. It wasn’t very hard for his genius to create something of such amazement.

                He went straight to work on the prototype, building each part with extreme precision. Every gear and spring had a perfect place to fit. Any shot coming could be fixed and adjusted later but for now he wanted to waste no time.

                Days passed but he took no notice, he didn’t eat or sleep. He worked until his hands grew sore and his eye lids were heavy and crusted. He worked until the prototype was finished. A smile grew on his face, it was dark. Now all he needed was to ensure that no one else could take credit for such an impressive work of techmaturgy.

                He wondered over to a table and picked up a knife. For a long moment he examined the blade, it was perfectly sharp and could cut through flesh as if it were butter. Was this truly the only option he had? It was certainly drastic and there were no true signs this would even really work. How would the world know of his amazing invention? It had to be displayed.

                Slowly he placed the knife back on the table and let his gaze wonder to a small window showing the darkened street outside. The town was deserted, a ghost town he had handpicked for solitude. The world was a cruel place and dark place, to make a name in these drastic times, he had to do something drastic. There was no turning back after this, but in truth, he had nothing to turn back to. Just as thoughts thoughts occurred to him he noticed a small flyer outside.

                The flyer was being pushed by the soft breeze but he could see it clearly, it was an advertisement for the League of Legends, an image of Blitzcrank plastered in the center of it. He began to grin and quickly picked up the knife again. He would test this creation against the most intelligent and powerful beings the League could pin him up against, then he could make modifications and become the best. The world would know his name. Viktor.

                With one swift motion he slammed the knife onto the table, ripping apart his own flesh. With one clean strike, Viktor’s hand was completely cut off. He could hardly feel the pain; it faded in his thrilling excitement. He went right to work replacing his own flesh with techmatugry.