League of Losers – Chapter 1: A new beginning (Revised and Edited)

Garen woke up to a chorus of birds outside his window on his day off from Demacia. He wanted to sleep in, but couldn't handle the noise.

"Swain...stop it...I will shove this sword right up your...*snore*"

Garen got up a few minutes later, to see an envelope under his door. The message on the front read: 'Congratulations, you won!'

"It had better not be those from those scoundrels at Noxus giving me more ads and surveys..." After opening the envelope, he soon realized the message came from Irelia at the Institute of War.

'Dear fellow Champion:

You have been requested to get a shot to become a champion again in the League of Legends this season. There will be a draft pick this evening, and we would like to see you there so that you may once again roam on the fields of justice

With Honor, Irelia~'

Garen jumped up and down like a little kid at a candy shop "Today is the day!" Garen thought to himself, as he packed his lunch box and set out for the Institute of War. It had been 3 months since Garen had received message from the Officials at the League of Legends. Garen took his phone, his lunch, and his new sword with him to the Institute to get ready for the Fields of Justice.

"I'm finally going to be a big shot, like I was in the old days! Darius won't be able to stand how awesome I am in the top lane!"

Once he got to the Institute of War, he was stopped by Irelia.

"Garen, the might of Demacia, you're here for the draft picks I take it?"

"Absolutely!"

"Very well. You'll have to realize there is a steep line of competition ahead, and you might not get picked."

"Pfft, like who?"

"It's this way, Lee." LeBlanc was guiding Lee Sin to the front gate of the Institute of War, where they checked in with Irelia and got in immediately.

"Garen, good to see you my friend!"

"You don't see anything, Lee..."

"Hahaha, good point! Hopefully you will make your debut today on summoners rift!"

"Pfft, what does he know anyway? Can you just let me in?"

"MUNDO!" Dr. Mundo came right behind Garen, and knocked him over as he also checked in with Irelia and went inside. "Mundo go where Mundo pleases."

While Garen was on the floor, he saw Aatrox, Zed, Riven, and Gragas all get in. He got back on his feet, and finally checked in.

"Good luck Garen. You'll need it…"

'They all laughed at me, but the joke's on them! With this rework, there's no way any of the summoners can resist my manliness!'

A blimp came by, with the message: 'DAY ONE: LEAGUE OF LEGENDS SUMMONERS RIFT DRAFTING.' Another blimp came by, with the message: 'DARIUS RULES YOU NOOBS.'

'I'll show that Noxian! The might of Demacia will be first pick today!'

Garen got in the long line for the people waiting to be drafted. After a certain amount of time, it gets locked, and people have to leave and go back home and train until they are actually picked. Some champions had rough times in the League of Legends whenever they got nerfed or started falling off the radar.

"What do you mean no one wants to pick me?! I just got an ultimate skin! Please let me stay!" Udyr was being thrown out of the Institute of War for his extremely low pick rate despite the fact he got a new skin. "You weaklings will pay once every other jungler gets nerfed!"

Garen felt bad for Udyr, but he too wanted to get picked today, and that is all that his mind was set to. The intercom came on, and Irelia started talking to everyone who was in line.

"CHAMPIONS WHO ARE IN LINE! THE PICKS WILL BEGIN MOMENTARILY. FIRSTLY, THE SUMMONERS WILL BAN 6 CHAMPIONS."

'Hah! They'll never think to ban me. That is the edge that I get for being too manly'

"SUMMONERS, SET FOOT!" Then, out of the blue came two teams of 5. Each looked out into the crowd to see who was ban worthy. Garen looked over, and say many people trying to hide behind Blitzcrank so that they would co unseen.

"Do you champions have no pride? Stand and represent yourself, or you might as well go home!"

Sion came out from behind Blitz, and raised his axe. "This man is right. We must lead each other to battle!" Zed also came out. "I can't believe I'm listening to a zombie and a Demacian…"

"BAN TIME: TEAM A – CHOOSE"

"Firstly will be Zed."

Irelia's bodyguards quickly hauled Zed out of the field, while he was screaming "NOT AGAIN! WORTHLESS DEMACIAN SCUM!"

"Then Ziggs."

Ziggs was holding a switch in his hand, and he started yelling at the crowd. "I finally get picked once in my life, and now everyone hates me and starts to ban me. Well, I'm done with you-"

Just as Ziggs was about to blow up the Institute of War, Jinx grabbed the little yordle and kissed him. "I'll miss you, Ziggs. You're the only champion that shares my love of explosions!"

"Okay, take me! Just get me away from this crazy girl!" The guards hauled Ziggs out of Jinx's arms, and they threw his switch on the ground and broke it.

"Lastly, Vi."

Vi walked off, and saw Jinx pointing and laughing at her as she was walking off. "Try and catch me now, FAT HANDS!"

She was taken by the guards as she tried to get back and punch Jinx. "Even if they take me, Caitlyn will be enough to take care of you!"

"HA! Like hat lady will be able to even touch me!"

"TEAM B – YOU'RE UP"

"Sion"

The crowd went nuts. "Is that man blind? Who bans Sion?"

Lee Sin threw a sonic wave into the crowd. "STOP MOCKING ME!"

The zombie was furious, and yelled at Garen. "Good work, bonehead! You are getting us all banned now!" Then, Sion called in his chopper to make a swift escape. "Quick Shaco, get on my chopper! They're going to forget us all again!"

His teammates looked at him with angry faces. "You idiot, I said Pantheon not Sion!" "Whoops. Don't worry I got this next one."

"Next, Rammus."

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

Rammus looked at the ground, and sighed. "Okay." He rolled his way out.

"You were supposed to ban Renekton!" "Well, their portraits are right by each other…they get confusing."

Renekton came behind Blitzcrank, and laughed at Team B.

"Hahahaha, thanks for the mix-up, idiots! Nasus won't be able to escape me now!"

"Oh yeah, last ban is Nasus."

"…Oh." Renekton watched as Nasus was taken out of the Institute of War. He walked slowly out with him, saying, "Life…is pointless."

"FINALLY HE GOT A BAN RIGHT, JESUS!"

Irelia was getting furious at the amount of delay. "LET'S GET THESE PICKS UNDER WAY! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS."

'Now is my time to shine.'

Garen waited a long time for this pick phase, but just got disheartened at every pick.

At first it was the replacements that threw off Garen. "Really? You're going to pick Teemo over the Might of Demacia?"

Simply being away from the League of Legends also caught him off guard at some picks. "Who even plays Katarina anymore?"

But the last one was the most upsetting to him. "WHY DOES EVERYONE TAKE ANNIE SUPPORT IN THIS BLASTED SEASON?"

Annie was the last pick. She looked back at Garen, and laughed. "Beaten by a little girl, ha!"

"PICKS ARE OVER! EVERYONE ELSE CAN GET OUT!"

Garen couldn't believe it. He had waited so long for the day that he could have been picked. He even got reworked, but still no one liked him. Master Yi came to Garen to give his condolences. "I know how you feel, Garen. I was reworked too, and now I'm not played at all."

Garen saw the few people who were still left. Among them were Master Yi, Mordekaiser, Urgot, and Heimerdinger.

Mordekaiser slammed his mace into the ground and started speaking gibberish

Garen looked confused at his fellow rejected champion. "What is he saying?"

Heimerdinger came in with his new invention. "Allow me to translate. Kodek 47z…..Ah here we go, he's saying we should revolt against the League of Legends, and something about giving him money."

Mordekaiser coughed a bit, and swung his mace at Heimerdinger. "You only need to translate once, fool! What I was trying to say was that we should start a revolution. We are commonly referred to as the League of Losers; you just happen to be one of us because you are never picked."

Garen sat down and crossed his arms. "What's the point?"

"You want to slay people on the Fields of Justice, right? The only way to do that is to revolt."

Urgot came and crowded around them. He put out his hand. "We'll give those summoners the gift of eternal pain!"

Master Yi put his hand in. "For great honor and pride of Ionia!"

Heimerdinger got up, and slowly put his hand in. "For…great science!"

Garen looked back at them, and his mood was enlightened. He too put his hand in. "For DEMACIA!"

Mordekaiser laughed hysterically. He was the last one to put his hand in. "Time to shred!"

Garen graciously looked up at Morde. "What's the plan, Mordekaiser?"

Mordekaiser slowly put down his Mace, and scratched his head. "Plan?...Well...I didn't think about that one..."

Lee Sin walked past Garen once again and waved him goodbye. "Maybe I will see you in Season 5, my friend!"

Garen gave Lee a dirty look even though he knew Lee wouldn't see it. "You're blind, Lee..."

"Well I don't need eyesight to know you aren't getting picked this season, haha." Lee Sin was hauled away once again by Leblanc as Garen shook his fist at the both of them.

In the background, Garen could overhear Lee Sin talking:

"Did you hear that ol' Garen? Still thinks i'm blind after like 1000 days. He obviously hasn't seen the splash art where i'm staring at Leona's-"

Garen shook his head. "Oh give me a break...Even if we have no plan, we will get back at them, one way or another!"

Mordekaiser raised his Mace on his shoulder. "Tonight, we will invade the Institute of War. For now, we can make our game plan."

And so for the few hours that they had left in the day, Mordekaiser and the League of Losers talked about strategies for what they considered the very rare moments where they were important in life.