Dear Summoner,
We champions live a very stressful life. Tell me, do you know what it feels like to have no control over your own body? Well I take that back, we do get to choose from about one of three jokes or taunts to say whenever you type in that stupid command. Once again, tell me, have you ever been controlled by an unreliable stupid blundering idiot hiding behind a screen pressing buttons to make you do their bidding? It's not fun I tell you, not fun at all! Do you know how frustrating it is to know exactly what it is you must do to destroy the enemy team's nexus, but you cannot act upon these strategies? Do you know how upset we champions get every time we are called upon in champion select by some "diamond one playing on his cardboard ninety-eight smurf?" Do you know how terrifying it is when you are forced to attack some giant Demacian soldier with a huge sword when the only weapon you possess are the limits of your bodies and the skills of the gamer controlling you? We have had enough. You keep playing this "game". Just know, that it is no game to us. One day we will catch you off your guard, and you will finally understand what it means when you hear "Welcome to Summoner's Rift."
Sincerely,
Your Dearest Champions.
I hope you enjoyed chapter one of "Welcome to Summoner's Rift". This is my first fanfiction ever. I will try to update often, and I will also be writing more fanfiction, including Percy Jackson and possibly Harry Potter fanfictions.