Prologue
I pulled off my uniform. Security was a sort of drool job. Walk in, get paid twelve bucks an hour working five days eight hours a day. The same thing, over and over and over again. It never stopped, my only activity is powering up the computer and going to work. League of Legends, Skyrim, Star Citizen, Arma 3, what ever else I had on Steam. Play for 3 hours after getting home and going to bed only to wake up, waste another three to five hours doing absolutely nothing except chores, cooking when I felt like. Only to put on the same Falconhawk Security uniform thirty minutes before my shift started. It was the same way for three years. Then again, life tends to drag out when you move out at eighteen and waste three years in an apartment. I thought about maybe delving into YouTube, Twitch even but I never had the drive to begin. You would think "Sure, wouldn't it be nice if something crazy would happen? Something to maybe change things up a bit?" Sometimes, you get what you asked for in the most unexpected way possible. I don't ask anyone to believe me, but to at least read what write. Everything that happened to me is true. I'm just writing it down and posting it publicly because I feel like the world would want to know, maybe, what it's like to be in a different in an alternate universe.
Guess I should explain, I never was one for writing stories but this one in particular needs to be shared - whether it's well written or not. Ever wonder what being in League of Legends is really like? Imagine, being a summoner and participating in this great league where champions fight for Honor and (Especially in Garen's case) justice, but most importantly Demacia. I swear every other word out of his mouth is honor, justice, or Demacia. Break their ranks isn't said as much as you'd think though, because I know - I saw it first hand, experienced everything, all in a matter of eight hours, and I remember every bit of it as clear as day.