Warning: The author decided to make fun of your favorite drama. That is, if you have any.
"W.t.f. did you do to my game?" Chris Sawyer having a regular conversation with Atari.
Mordekaiser felt nervous.
Now, considering that he was a warlord who faced armadas of odds as a ruler of Shadow Isles, the Master of Metal had the emotion of nervousness engraved into his mind. Feeling nervous to a balanced extent actually helped fighters like Mordekaiser on their toes. Feeling relieved in tense times proved to bring the downfall of many strong rulers in other city-states and nations. So far, Mordekaiser had never let go of his battle-hardened spirit when something suspicious lurked near him. His seriousness proved to be one of his greatest strengths, even if it stood in his way in gaining fame for the Shadow Isles.
With that said, he felt that Vi was emitting one of her most dangerous auras.
He knew nothing of why she emitted such a spine-chilling aura, but it was easy for him to guess that it was because of him. The lord of undead thought about why she looked like a serial killer, but he ultimately came up with no answers. She grumbled quite a lot, that was for sure. But what she grumbled proved to mystify him, for her words were not... words.
Mordekaiser glanced at the Piltover Enforcer, who was sitting at the nearby kitchen table, before looking back at his television screen. He had a keyboard holder on his lap, his hands on a steel keyboard and a mouse that just happened to be made out of metal as well. The Master of Metal decided that he needed to take a break from console games. While console games were fun, computer games tended to share an experience that no console could ever offer. Playing Halo without a joystick was different, and dungeon crawlers presented unique experiences utilizing online features.
So, he had no idea why Rollercoaster Tycoon was so enjoyable for him.
"Chris Sawyer is a genius to have made this game," Mordekaiser said as he somehow made his merry-go-round move at a hundred miles-per-hour. The Shadow Isles champion initially thought that something like Rollercoaster Tycoon would not give him a fun experience, but it turned out to be one of the most enjoyable computer games he ever played up to this point. After all, the Tycoon gave him one thing many other games did not allow him to do. That one thing was the ability to create a fully-fledged amusement park that he could make to his own liking.
The Master of Metal checked how intense all of his park's rides were right at the moment. When he found out that all of them showed high intensity rates, a mighty, evil smile spread across his face.
"All according to my plan," he said, observing five people barfing their way out of a rollercoaster's exit.
Mordekaiser chuckled, then laughed, then began to cackle like a maniac, watching a hundred people barf at once. This was it! This was the intense amusement park not designed for weaklings! His dreams came true just by building some awesome amusement park!
Fittingly enough, he named the park "Brazil."
"Yes!" He screamed, nearly throwing his keyboard in the air, severely enjoying the pain his weaklings exhibited. "Get the f&%$ out of my park if you're too weak, imbeciles! MWA, HA HA HA HA HUE HA HA!"
Vi continued to mumble as she silently ate her taco. He wondered if the action he caused at the sauna somehow traumatized her, though he did not know if she even went to that place.
The lord of undead quickly placed fifty janitors in the park. He somehow had an unbelievable amount of money for the hardcore amusement park.
Just before he put the fiftieth janitor in the park, he heard something knock on his dormitory door. Pausing the game, the lord of undead put down his keyboard holder before storming over to the entrance.
He slammed open the door, his eyes glowing dangerously as he seethed,
"What is it?!"
Much to his surprise, Ahri, the Nine-Tailed Fox, stood in front of the entrance with several slips of paper in her hands.
"Whoa," she said, her tails stiffly floating behind her due to how quickly Mordekaiser responded. "Do you always greet your visitors like that?"
"Do you mean slaves?"
The woman with the dark-blue hair giggled, entertained by the lord of undead's humorous antics and habits. She then lifted up one of the papers in front of the Master of Metal's face, whose face contorted into a look of confusion.
Mordekaiser stared at the object as if it were an obnoxious, unidentified creature before snatching the paper out of Ahri's hand. As he analyzed its contents, he asked the Nine-Tailed Fox,
"What's this?"
Ahri grinned, her bubble attitude returning as she exclaimed, "An amusement park ticket!"
Mordekaiser immediately tossed the ticket up into the air as he mumbled, "Back to Brazil for me, I guess."
"H-Huh? No, wait!" The fox lady shouted, hastily catching the slip of paper before putting it on his hand again. "Mr. Mercedes told me to give this to you!"
"What?" Mordekaiser asked, his attention now fully focused on Ahri. "The old man did? Why the heck do I need to visit an amusement park Idon't own?"
"Why do you live in a place you don't own, then?" The Nine-Tailed Fox asked curiously with wide eyes.
"...Shut up, woman," the iron man grumbled, evoking a small giggle from the lady in front of him.
After staring at the ticket for a few seconds, the Master of Metal asked her, "So I just need to go to the amusement park, right? Is there a purpose for me to go there?"
She nodded, keeping her attitude intact. Mordekaiser was somewhat sick of that personality, but he did not want to stray away from his original intentions of living in the dormitory.
"Mr. Mercedes wants you to give feedback on the amusement park!"
The iron man groaned. Already feeling discouraged by the mission, he asked the fox, "In the Institute?"
"Yup!"
"Where?"
"Six Flags!"
"When?"
"Now!"
"Holy sh&%," Mordekaiser grumbled, shaking his head as he headed toward his bedroom. "That old man really devised a plan to bore me to death this time, huh...?"
Ahri blinked, watching the Master of Metal disappear from the entrance. From what she could tell, the lord of undead frequently complied to listen to anything the summoner named Mercedes told him to do. It was strange to see such a large, fearsome figure being ordered around by a smaller person, but she felt that they had some sort of friendly relationship.
The Nine-Tailed Fox's head peeped out of one of the entrance's door frames. She blinked again when she saw Vi, who was grumpily devouring a taco.
Suddenly, a mischievous smile appeared on the lady's face. Ahri moved away from the entrance with excitement.
Sorry, Vi, She thought, skipping away to wait by the stairs. But everything has to go my way if I want my plan to work!
After all, she just came from a certain Demacian's dorm.
Ten minutes later...
Six Flags was... certainly a busy place.
A "massive place" proved to be an understatement when describing the amusement park. People constantly filed in and out of the park, and every single line for each ride was filled to the brim. Summoners, tourists, and regular citizens actively moved around the park, searching for productive things to do. The food stalls rapidly sold the delicacies they had to offer, and slightly overexcited customers quickly went in-and-out of the restrooms. And most fittingly for an amusement park, screams of joy were cast everywhere. Rollercoasters flew in the skies, viking ships soared with its excited passengers on board: every ride presented people enjoying something wherever they went.
Mordekaiser shook his head, finally walking through the pesky entrance line. The lord of undead already began to hate the park. Not only were there huge chunks of people bothering him just by breathing, but the constant screaming gave him a head ache. He just wanted to fire a rocket launcher in the middle of the park and leave like Arnold Schwarzenegger, but then again, Schwarzenegger would never do that to a bunch of innocent people.
Okay, maybe he would terminate a bunch of people.
Ahri told him that one of her friends would be waiting for him nearby the entrance of Six Flags. If she were wrong, the Master of Metal would devise a plan to murder her in two days.
Thankfully for the iron man, he saw a familiar champion he recognized easily. The lord of undead walked to the champion's direction as he called out,
"Maven of Strings: it's strange to see you out in a loud-a&% place like this."
Sona Buvelle seemed to wake up from her silent trance, for she smiled brightly and headed toward the Master of Metal. She wore a pale-blue, floral dress that fit well with her blue hair, and a sunflower hat rested snugly on her head. The clothes she picked made it easy for him to spot the Demacian maiden.
Walking up to the Shadow Isles champion, the Maven of Strings bowed politely, greeting the warlord,
"It is a good day to see you, Lord Mordekaiser. I never expected to see you here!"
Mordekaiser grunted, simply mumbling in response, "It's because of that stupid fox..."
Still holding her delicate smile, the maiden told the lord of undead, "Miss Ahri wanted to you to spend time here out of good intentions, so I propose that she is not exactly... stupid, as you have called her."
The Master of Metal stiffened before loosening up. He sighed, unable to think of a comeback. After all, he was talking to the Maven of Strings. She was probably too timid to continue an argument with a smile on her face. With his eyes set on a peaceful ferris wheel, the Shadow Isles champion simply mumbled, "Fine."
Unbeknownst to the two champions, however, they were not alone.
Disguised as a handyman, Ahri, the Nine-Tailed Fox, peeped on the two with a sneaky smile. She had purposefully set up the two champions together so that they could get to know each other more. According to Sona, she wanted to know more about the Master of Metal to understand how he views certain things. The blue-haired lady seemed as if she were on a mystical quest in becoming a good friend with the armored warlord, but Ahri wanted things to develop in a... exceedingly progressive way.
An amusement park could blossom a better friendship, she thought, her smile widening, but you're certainly going to be getting more than that!
Ahri felt happy. She really did feel happy in helping out one of her friends deepen their bonds with another.
So why...
WHY IS GAREN CROWNGUARD WITH THEM AS WELL?!
True to her word, Garen stood next to Sona Buvelle. Wearing a casual pair of clothes- with the colors of Demacia, of course- the proud leader of the Dauntless Vanguard greeted the Master of Metal, who simply huffed like he always did.
Biting her nails frantically, the Nine-Tailed Fox wanted Garen to "get the f&%$out" like a nice Demacian, but it seemed that he somehow had his own ticket to the amusement park. And she knew that the man was overprotective of the blue-haired maiden, which already ruined some of her plans.
Come on, Mordekaiser, she thought, staring at him intensely. Do something and show that you're the boss around here!
The Master of Metal stared at the ferris wheel...
...
...and only at the ferris wheel.
Fortunately, before Ahri was able to smash her head into a trash can, Mordekaiser looked at Garen. The Might of Demacia, who was standing near the Maven of Strings, stiffened quickly, confused at the intense glare Mordekaiser was giving him.
Yes! Ahri thought happily. Show him that she's your woman!
The Master of Metal squinted even harder...
...before giving a thumbs-up at Garen. Ahri decided to pick up a trash can, only to put it down for the sake of her sanity.
"Pimpguard," Mordekaiser said, instantly getting a flushed reaction from the brunette man. Sona tilted her head in confusion at the two men, though she was happy for Mordekaiser to have gotten closer to the Dauntless Vanguard's leader.
The Nine-Tailed Fox grumbled inaudibly, passing by several frightened handymen. She needed to find a new costume quickly to keep up with the three champions.
"WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Garen shouted excitedly, pointing at one of the rollercoaster rides. "That looks like something that came out of DEMACIAAAAAAAAA!"
Mordekaiser raised an eyebrow, glancing at one of the rollercoaster rides before staring at the burrito food stall he found earlier. The lord of undead had been eyeing the place for quite a while now. Sona and Garen happily talked about how all of the rides seemed distinct and unique from each other. And indeed, the menu for the burrito stall had burritos distinct and unique from each other. Not only were there burritos with delicious meat sauce in them, but there were also ones that contained chunks of guacamole, sour cream, hot sauce...
...They look like sh&% compared to my burritos, though, he thought with pride.
"Lord Mordekaiser!" The Master of Metal heard Sona shout, instantly causing him to turn away from the stall. She pointed at a teacup ride as she said to him, "Let us try that out."
"...Fine," Mordekaiser grumbled, scratching the back of his head as he followed the Maven of Strings. "I'm here to evaluate the quality of this stupid place, anyway."
The lord of undead eventually found himself sitting within a gigantic teacup. His eyebrows were furrowed, his arms were crossed, and he certainly did not look like a happy passenger. In fact, he looked more like a grumpy child- a child ready to break these so-called "teacups."
But alas, when the ride began, Sona seemed to enjoy herself. Garen actually loved the teacup ride due to how much it spun, making him scream excitedly, "AhhHHHHHHhhhHHHHHhhHHHHHhhhHHHHH!"
After a second thought, however, Mordekaiser decided not to ignore Garen's incoherent screaming. He tripped the Might of Demacia, causing him to lose his balance and fall on Sona's lap. Sona, who was still enjoying the ride, smiled at him, but the Crownguard only remained still, letting blood enter his face more quickly than usual. On one hand, he wanted to curse the Master of Metal for suddenly causing an awkward situation for him, but he also enjoyed the situation to a certain extent.
I-I better thank him for giving me this opportunity! The Might of Demacia nodded to himself.
Meanwhile, Mordekaiser simply rode the teacup ride without letting a single sound come out of his mouth. He stared at nothing in particular, letting his body sit idly on the spinning teacup. The iron man was not grabbing onto anything and sat as if he were sitting on a regular chair.
Suddenly, in the midst of spinning around, the Master of Metal flinched. His hands reached for his armor... before taking out his cell phone. Mordekaiser flipped its cover up, raising it by his ear as he asked uncomfortably,
"You have five seconds before I get over there and murder you."
"Wow, dude," Thresh's voice responded, much to his relief. "Teemo got your tongue or something?"
"At this point, we all know that little sh&% doesn't stand a chance against me."
Thresh laughed with a mixture of sarcasm and genuine respect. The Chain Warden then asked the Master of Metal, "Well, I just wanna know: when're you gonna return my Wii U?"
"...Huh?" Mordekaiser blurted out, for it was now his turn to ask a question. "Wait, I never even asked for a 'Wee You' in the first place. Are you sure you're asking the right person?"
"Ye-..."
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"...Sh%$."
Thresh immediately hung up. Mordekaiser rolled his eyes, shoving his phone back into his armor. Did he really need to review all of these rides?
Sona tugged at Mordekaiser's armor, pointing at a Gondola ride.
Mordekaiser fell into a peaceful slumber in the skies thanks to the screams of humans.
Sona tugged at Mordekaiser's armor, pointing at a shooting range.
Mordekaiser made a perfect score with his eyes closed. Actually, no: his eyes were wide open.
Sona tugged at Mordekaiser's armor, pointing at-
"Okay, seriously, woman?" The Master of Metal moaned, his face already dejected by how "soft" the places they visited were. "Can't we do something really, really awesome? If there are any rides that are awesome?"
The Maven of Strings flinched. She looked up at the Shadow Isles champion, who was now looking back down at her. After pleading with her wide eyes filled with anticipation, the Demacian maiden quietly resigned, looking away from the Master of Metal. She was clearly dejected, but Mordekaiser was, in his honest opinion, getting sick of going around having everyone staring at her. Not only did that mean she got unnecessary attention, but he would also be spotted, creating a commotion without even doing anything. He was already easy to spot with his metal armor, but putting Sona next to him was simply asking for people to look at him.
"Alright, then..."
Mordekaiser groaned. He turned to Garen for help, only to find the Might of Demacia shrugging with an unsure look.
"...Just this one," the Master of Metal said, giving the Merry-Go-Round Sona pointed at earlier a dark look. "After that, we get on some actual rollercoasters, am I clear?"
With a rejuvenated expression, Sona nodded happily.
Mordekaiser entered the ferris wheel with Garen and Sona, his eyes set on a particularly grey horse. It seemed to have the exact same color as his armor, the only difference being that the horse itself was made out of metal, while he was not. There was a strange, unknown connection he felt for this lifeless seat that belonged to an amusement ride.
The Master of Metal sat on the horse, and eventually, the ride began. He was surprised that he did not break the inanimate creature, for it carried him through the wind with grace and power. The iron man's eyes widened, surprised to find that this thing, which was supposed to be a part of the ride, had so much potential for being his steed. Now that he thought about it, he never was able to make a horse due to his fear of them. This fear was developed when the strange curse of dead horses ending up in his room occurred ever-so-frequently. This horse, however, felt different.
Maybe it was because it looked the same like any other horse, but the fact that he was on one without killing it made him feel strange. It was a unique feeling. His eyes were on the horse's head, his mind thinking through why he was so surprised to find that he was sitting in a merry-go-round.
I was never able to make a horse, he thought to himself. I was never able to make one before because I killed every single one I met.
Well, okay. Soraka's an exception, but I never used her as a steed. She'd have her back twisted inside-out if I did... but that'll be quite interesting...
Mordekaiser, who had his arms crossed the entire time, reached out for the horse's head. He then closed his eyes, channeling his power across his body.
He felt the horse's agony of having people sitting on it for entertainment. It yearned for an actual owner, crying out for freedom whenever another merry-go-round session began. Mordekaiser felt remorseful for the-
Truth be told, he just wanted to own a horse.
"You belong to a dull place," Mordekaiser muttered, his eyes closed as he let the merry-go-round's smooth pace silence his mind. "And I have always wanted a horse without actually making one..."
Then, the lord of undead's eyes shot open as he screamed,
"Rise, my new servant! RISE!"
"Shut the hell up, will you?!" Someone screamed back, though that apparently angered Mordekaiser.
Much to everyone's surprise, the merry-go-round began to go faster and faster. Sona blinked, noticing how quickly the merry-go-round was going, before squeezing the neck of her seat. Garen seemed to enjoy this speed, though he began to worry for the Maven of Strings. The crowd outside the amusement park ride began to increase in size, wondering just what was exactly happening.
Ahri, who was now disguised as a nearby janitor, felt her jaw drop. She clearly- she swore by all of her nine tails- saw Mordekaiser chanting some sort of spell.
Suddenly, energy crackled out of his horse's eyes. The Nine-Tailed Fox immediately recognized the energy, which was the same kind of electrical power that emitted whenever Mordekaiser activated his Mace of Spades on the Summoner's Rift. The Master of Metal continued to channel his energy into the horse, which caused the entire merry-go-round to spin at an insanely fast speed.
And at last, he achieve his goal. The pole connected to Mordekaiser's horse shattered, its fancy skin breaking like glass as it fell on the floor. After a whole moment's worth of shedding its skin, the once inanimate seat transformed into a hellish steed that belonged to a Shadow Isles warlord. Blue, hot flames soared out of its eyes, and a full-body armor similar to Mordekaiser's encased its fragile gears. Letting out a shrill cry, the steed of the Master of Metal began to move faster and faster.
"Mwa ha ha ha ha! Ah, ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Mordekaiser laughed with glee, finally enjoying something from his "evaluation" review on Six Flags. "This is the sh&%! This is awesome!"
Soon enough, the merry-go-round began to spin to the point where even Garen became dizzy. Sona silently screamed in terror, while the Might of Demacia began to roar "DEMACIA!" continuously.
Ahri began to doubt her own plans.
And Mordekaiser eventually gave all of his money to compensate for the ride. He was still allowed to stay in the park, though. Never underestimate the power of a half-asleep MadLife.
The Master of Metal sighed.
"F%$#," he grumbled, sitting on a bench next to Sona. "My lunch money..."
The hardcore joke of a merry-go-round proved to be too much for Garen. It was a surprise that only he was the one who had his stomach flipped around, and he immediately left for the hospital. The lord of undead sighed, shaking his head in disapproval about his money getting taken away. It was as if Mercedes wanted to ground him for no clear reason. Actually, it felt as if Mercedes wanted to ground him for no reason at all. Then again, the lord of undead had always made Mercedes pay for lots of things back when they were part of the all-stars. Remembering it made him grin for a short second, but he became annoyed with everything as soon as he got happy.
Sona quietly nibbled on a strawberry ice cream cone.
Damn it, Mordekaiser thought to himself. Why the heck did I come here if I'm just going to have my pockets dusted inside-out? Wait, do I even have pockets? Man, I wanna play some Pokemon all of a sudden. Machamp is mah champ... get it? No? Ugh... Unlife could be a real pain in the a$& some times... Wait, do I even have Machamp? I better check my-
Needless to say, Mordekaiser had already gotten over his initial depression.
Meanwhile, Sona did feel a little bad. She was fully aware of the fact that Mordekaiser was being bothered by either the rides, the people, or both of them in general. If she had known that Mordekaiser was available, she would have at least taken him to somewhere he would actually bother to do something.
The Maven of Strings looked up at the iron man, who was staring at a Game Boy Advance SP that literally came out of nowhere.
Sona's eyes widened, her pupils turning into 8-bit pixels that glowed a fascinating amount of colors.
Wha...?! T-To think that Lord Mordekaiser would have that...?!
Much to her surprise, it was no ordinary Game Boy Advance SP.
It was a Gold-Plated, 24-Carat GBA SP.
Now, she was one of the people who bought a Zelda Limited Edition Pak, but never had she suspected to actually see it once in her life. Her eyes glowed an entire spectrum of colors, utterly shocked to see the golden console in front of her. It was so rare, people nearly considered the golden Game Boy as a myth. And yet, here he was, somehow carrying a golden Game Boy Advance SP.
He probably had a method! She knew that stealing was bad, so she would scold him-
Actually, no, he would not really go as far as to murder someone in order to steal a game console. But he was probably interested in money!
It's... so shiny, Sona thought, her eyes glistening at the golden GBA SP.
"W-Whoa," a man said from a distance, who stood next to several other men. "Check it out! He's got a..."
"Dayum. Now that is one hell of a treasure, ye."
"Whoo, wee! He better not lug that around too often, or otherwise, someone's gonna steal it!"
Mordekaiser grinned, happy with the attention he was getting. Humans were weak to gold, and here he was, carrying gold for a logical reason. With his pride attempting to drag everyone into his own world, the lord of undead continued to play Pokemon.
Yes, he thought. Come in, and start asking for this Game Boy! By the time you ask, I'll just put it away like a boss and say, "I have even better stuff."
The men immediately headed toward Sona.
"This guy's girlfriend is cute!" One of the men said.
"I know, right?"
"I wanna keep her!"
"..."
Sona blinked, turning to the three men in confusion. What were these people doing all of a sudden? She had no idea as to who these people were.
Mordekaiser felt something snap in his head.
"Hey..."
The lord of undead slowly stood up, but the three men did not seem to notice him. Aware of the Master of Metal's sudden negative aura, the Maven of Strings attempted to save the three men by sending them away, but they were talking idiotically loud.
No, she thought, feeling a little worried about the iron man's reputation. He shouldn't get involved in this...
Sona gulped when Mordekaiser took a few steps toward the three men.
He suddenly sat next to Sona, his eyes dangerously glinting as he grumbled, "Are you seriously not interested in my golden GBA SP?"
Unaware of the Demacian maiden's violent nods of disapproval at Mordekaiser with googly eyes, his eyes squinted at the men who seemed to be uninterested.
Suddenly, he took out a deadly mace.
A transforming mace.
Mordekaiser had put away his Game Boy Advance SP, realizing that simply idling about would waste his time even further. Mercedes wanted at least a half-a&%ed review because he knew that Mordekaiser would hate this job anyway, so the lord of undead wanted to surprise him with a rant about how stupid every ride was with detailed descriptions. His entire idea, however, was actually pretty stupid, and he was unaware of it.
The three men were left outside the park, tied together into a pain-looking ball by Morgenstern, Mordekaiser's transforming morning star. In fact, Morgenstern even made sure to sign the ball with his autograph before kicking it away like a Brazilian soccer player.
Sona looked up at the Master of Metal as they walked down the Six Flags amusement park.
"I... personally do not think that was necessary, Lord Mordekaiser," the Demacian maiden said with a worried look. She wondered why the lord of undead had to go ahead and have a morning star pulverize some people instead of talking things through.
Mordekaiser was about to mention his ignored Golden GBA SP.
Wait, he thought, his train of thoughts freezing time for a brief second, but if I say that I wanted attention, that'll make me look like a serious attention-seeking jacka&$. I don't wanna look like a jacka&%! What should I say?!
Come on, Morde'! Think! You brought this upon yourself!
The Master of Metal gave a contemplative look at the ground... before looking back at Sona. He then told her as calmly as he could,
"I couldn't find a restroom, so I decided to relieve myself by hitting them."
"But there was a restroom right next to us that time-"
"Sona plz."
The Maven of Strings blinked. Was Mordekaiser actually convincing her to ignore what just happened? In fact, he looked worried as well. She did not know what he was exactly worried about. There was practically nothing he would be worried about since he was a Shadow Isles warlord.
Unless...
...Was he worried about me? Sona thought, taking her time to think over what she just thought. It does make sense, actually.
The blue-haired maiden turned to Mordekaiser again, who was now giving a wild rollercoaster ride an expectant look. The lord of undead was a passionate man- she knew that very well- but one thing she did not understand about him was his mysterious personality. He claimed that he was an awesome man that made sure he was always number one, but she always saw him working in the background. And whenever he did so, he was letting someone else take the spotlights.
Now that she thought about it, never had he ever come out fully noticed by others. He managed to contradict the initial rumors about him, though he was now more of an unnoticed champion. He did not reach out for others, but when others sought out for his help, he would somehow take part in solving problems. He helped Ahri gain a pleasant reputation in exchange for making himself look worse, and he took part in a live-action show that would have failed had he not taken the role as a villain.
He always answered her questions, and he never genuinely turned away from her. He tried being a doctor, according to what Shen said, which ended up causing terrible problems for others, but he did try. And after he failed being a doctor, he paid for it with labor. The Eye of Twilight did say that one of Mordekaiser's better traits was the fact that he finished whatever he started.
He was always... there. Unnoticed, but always doing something that should get him noticed for. Did he do it for others? She was not sure. But his actions made him a peculiar person that never ended up being the one harming others greatly. The only thing setting him apart from others was an unknown force that made him look bad without having any redeeming qualities. He was not a "goody two-shoes" as he liked to call it, but rather, a man who truly followed his own morals. And such morals were not things that made him flawless, but far from being unforgivable and an absolute nightmare.
A small smile formed on her face, the idea of having a big, metal-armored man known as Mordekaiser being her friend.
One of my best friends.
Just as she turned to look at the rollercoaster, she felt the Master of Metal flick her head. The woman blinked at Mordekaiser, who seemed to have a funny grin across his shadowed face.
"You look funny."
"...?"
The lord of undead rolled his eyes, the grin vanishing, as he returned to being his usual grumpy self. "You know, your face? It looked like a Playstation 2 for a sec-"
"Lord Mordekaiser?"
Sona asked him, which made him freeze in confusion. She wondered if she was right about him all along. She wondered if he was truly the person he made himself out to be. It always confused her, to see him acting so differently in many circumstances, but ultimately being the same person in the end. He did not live two lives like she did, but rather, had a single exciting life that seemed to produce more lives around him. As ironic as it was, he seemed to be full of energy that influenced others.
The Maven of Strings gingerly asked the Master of Metal,
"Do you suppose that this ride will be... fun?"
For a brief second, she thought that a look of disappointment went over his face. It nearly made her cringe, but she soon realized that it was not a disappointed look.
The look he gave off emitted a sense of challenge. The challenge to meet expectations. His eyes squinting at the rollercoaster ride, he slowly declared,
"We shall see."
With that said, Mordekaiser began to head to the rollercoaster ride before stopping in his tracks, turning his head at Sona's direction. He gave an expectant look, waiting for the Maven of Strings. If she did not want to ride it, after all, then why should he?
Sona opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. Instead, a warm smile spread widely. He was not just an interesting figure to look up to. The iron man was something different to her, and it became quite obvious after having spent time with him. Mordekaiser, the Master of Metal, was her friend.
My best friend.
The Maven of Strings followed the Shadow Isles warlord.
Riding the rollercoaster felt greater than she had anticipated.
Two hours later...
Mordekaiser shook his head, bored out of his mind.
So far, things had been uneventful in Six Flags. The rides were "meh," the food was "meh," and even the burritos were "meh!" Even he himself felt "meh" right at the moment.
What kind of amusement park makes people go "meh," huh?! This sucks horseshoes!
Hecarim sneezed.
The lord of undead sighed as he walked alongside Sona. He had now finished writing reviews for each and every one of the rides. Much to his horror, Mercedes had probably guessed it correctly; he really did write half-a&%ed reviews! Mordekaiser needed at least one unique review for Mercedes to at least bust a gut or something, or at least convince the high summoner to never send him to Six Flags ever again!
The iron man thought hard, the Demacian maiden by his side. These rides were less exciting than the ones he could probably make.
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...? Wait a second, Mordekaiser thought, reorganizing his thoughts into a notepad in his mind.
He then felt excitement flow into his veins.
That's it! I need to make my own rollercoaster!
The Master of Metal suddenly grabbed Sona's hand, catching her completely off-guard. He then hurriedly charged through crowds of people, that one stupid ferris wheel line, and even Yasuo.
"Wait, WHAT?! Yasuo!" Mordekaiser shouted at the Wanderer, who was on a Viking Ship. "The hell are you doing over there?!"
But alas, the Ionian was too busy screaming about "facing the wind like a motherf&%$ing boss." Feeling that talking to the Ionian would destroy his brain cells instantaneously, the Shadow Isles warlord continued to run, attempting to find any land available for use.
"Where are we going?!" Sona asked the Master of Metal, literally flying like a flag behind him. Mordekaiser did not answer her, instead, focusing on finding open land.
Eventually, he found none. Panicking, the lord of undead took out his cellphone and checked the time.
...OH SH&%! We only have one hour left?!
Mordekaiser began to think hard... before getting an idea. Since he needed to do something awesome, the lord of undead turned to face a cotton candy stall, which had a whole chunk of unused land behind it.
"..."
The Master of Metal suddenly began to head toward it, leaving Sona behind. The Maven of Strings simply stared at the iron man steadily growing smaller. He then stopped moving, turning to face the person working inside the stall, saying something to him.
He suddenly grabbed the stall and, without any effort, lifted it off of the ground. The lord of undead suddenly slammed the cotton candy stall into an extremely awkward position, before ensuring that the land behind the stall's initial position was completely flat. Sona, who simply squeaked at the armored man's brash action, scurried over to the candy stall, wondering if the person inside it was okay.
xPeke simply stared at her, a bored smile on his face. "Ah," he said, pointing at her. "Hello, Thona Umvelle."
Sona simply sighed in relief. Peke was surprisingly durable when it came to having sustain against pain, but she still wondered why he had not remembered her name correctly after countless of months.
Ahri, who was right next to Peke's stall, simply gaped at Peke and Sona, then at Mordekaiser.
Mordekaiser. Was. Building. Something.
In Six Flags.
Oh f&%$, she thought hopelessly. Everything was going so smoothly, too...
And much to her surprise, she turned to find Jarvan, Shyvana, Quinn, and Master Yi walking together.
And I think those four are going to make things EVEN WORSE! It's not like I could burst out of nowhere! Those guys are always suspicious of things!
"Today is a good day to die!" Jarvan exclaimed, succeeding in demoralizing his friends. Master Yi, however, was not affected by it. He nodded as if he was agreeing with what the Exemplar of Demacia had said. Shyvana asked the Demacian leader,
"And just why do you think that, Jarvan?"
"Oh!" He said, getting ready to explain. "You know: rollercoasters, merry-go-rounds, constant accidents... The usual stuff, basically!"
Quinn simply muttered, "Constant accidents are not the reason why people go to amusement parks, my lord..."
Jarvan nodded, noticing the error in his words. Just before he was able to say something, however, his eyes caught a ride he never saw before sitting behind most of the rollercoasters.
"What's that?" He asked his friends, confused at its shiny, gray color scheme.
"...Looks like a new ride," Master Yi said, equally puzzled at how the amusement ride literally appeared out of nowhere.
"Wanna go ride it?" Shyvana asked. She was, however, immediately dragged away by Quinn to a nearby icecream shop, who apparently wanted to spend some time with a good ol' dragon friend. Jarvan simply grinned, heading over to the metallic ride with a wide smile. Master Yi directly followed him, though he was feeling quite suspicious about this rollercoaster.
There were no waiting lines, and a small, metallic box was placed right in front of the entrance, which had a message engraved into it that said,
plz gib me moni plz
-Chris Sawyer-
"..."
Jarvan blinked, wondering why the message was written in such a crude fashion. But alas, he was in a good mood, so he simply put in a single, golden coin in it. He then sat on one of the passenger seats out of the few that were available.
The Exemplar of Demacia simply sat still, waiting for the ride to begin.
"...Well?" He asked Yi from afar. "What're you waiting for? Jump in!"
"Huh? Oh, me?" Yi asked, still having his suspicions on this beautifully flaw-filled rollercoaster ride. "Sure. I'll go with you. Something's weird about this rollercoaster, though..."
And so, the Wuju Bladesman took a seat next to Jarvan.
They waited.
Eventually, Shyvana and Quinn left the icecream stall. However, their hair was partially wet, mainly because they eventually ended up having an icecream fight. The manager was kind enough to give them a restroom to clean themselves in before kicking them out. They gave each other humorously mean looks before puffing their cheeks simultaneously.
The women headed over to the gray rollercoaster ride, hopeful in seeing Jarvan coming out with that stupid grin of his. Then again, it was not as if an amusement ride could kill him, right?
Needless to say, Jarvan was violently shaking on the ground, barfing like a waste-disposing breakdancer.
"LORD JARVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" Shyvana and Quinn screamed simultaneously, rushing over to their leader. They somehow managed to not notice Master Yi, who was also knocked down on the ground. He was unfortunately kicked aside, making him activate Highlander because his entire body was pulverized.
"Lord Jarvan! LORD JARVAN!" Quinn shouted with her heart, tears pouring out of her cheeks. "Please don't fall like this! You promised me that you'd actually get friendly with Valor one day."
"Come on, Jarvan!" Shyvana said, holding back a bucket of tears that would make Tobey Maguire step back in defeat. "Think of all the good memories we made together!"
Jarvan simply thought,
I wonder if there were any good memories we made together.
The Prince of Demacia remained still as the two women pointlessly cried over him. Not only did he want to get up, but he also wanted to use his lance to berate them like he usually would. At this point, however, he was too embarrassed to even stand up. The rollercoaster he rode on was just... too hardcore. Hardcore to the point where children might actually die just by riding it.
Is this where Six Flags falls? Jarvan thought to himself gravely. Is this where Six Flags becomes Noxus No. 02? And why on Runeterra would someone make a rollercoaster in such a horrifying manner?!
"Hmph," Shyvana and Quinn suddenly grunted, leaving Jarvan on the ground to die. "We'll avenge you."
Avenge my a$%, alright.
The two women went on the ride, making sure to put pennies of justice in the payment box.
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...Master Yi stood up. Barely.
"...Did they... really ride on it?" The Wuju Bladesman asked, his stomach flipping around like a wild fish.
Jarvan simply scoffed, coughing, "You think they wouldn't?"
Yi collapsed again.
The ride itself actually took a whole minute due to immense size. Soon enough, the passengers arrived at the entrance of the rollerocoaster ride.
Shyvana and Quinn took the chance to lie down next to Jarvan, their bodies shriveled up like beheaded worms.
"H-Holy sh&#," Quinn muttered, her body nearly destroyed by the ride. Shyvana, on the other hand, had just turned into a dragon five times during the ride.
"W-What kind of... rollercoaster... is that?" The Half-Dragon whispered, her body refusing to move. And it was one of her few chances to snuggle up with Jarvan, too.
"That?" A gruff voice asked, which Jarvan instantly remembered. The Exemplar of Demacia's eyes widened as he slowly turned his head.
Mordekaiser, the Master of Metal, stood before him, with the payment box for the steel rollercoaster in his hands.
"You...!" He seethed, instantly standing up with a lance made of Oreos in his hand. "So you're the one who made this piece of sh- HGHMPH...!"
The prince's eyes widened when he saw Sona Buvelle, the beautiful Maven of Strings, softly running over to them. His ruined stomach suddenly turned into a field of butterflies when she appeared. It was as if day truly got brighter, as if things were finally going to look up for him! How much he missed Sona, being forced to go to the amusement park with three bumbling idiots instead.
But alas, his stomach literally turned into a field of butterflies when...
"Lord Mordekaiser," Sona said, a giddy smile on her face. "Sir Peke has given me some ice cream! He said to give this to you."
Shyvana and Quinn could only widen their eyes at what the Demacian maiden was carrying.
And they knew it was going to destroy Jarvan: both emotionally and logically.
While she held a simple, strawberry ice cream cone in her left hand, her right held a much larger one. In fact, it was big enough for the three people lying on the ground a big, red heart made of syrup to sit at the very peak of the food. Many details had been put into work on the ice cream.
"...Huh?" Mordekaiser asked, dropping his box of money as if it were an insignificant part of his life. "He did? Huh. That looks good."
As Mordekaiser asked Sona why there was a "Fnatic" logo in the middle of the heart, Jarvan fell into an abyss.
It was true. Those retarded rumors that made no sense defied all logic and reasoning by making it come true. That stupid fox woman had gotten her little dream come true. Had he been a little more careful, then the Maven of Strings would not have fallen into the hands of the Shadow Isles warlord known as Mordekaiser. And here they were, tormenting by eating ice cream.
But what was this? Why was Mordekaiser eating Sona's ice cream all of a sudden?
He failed to hear the Master of Metal mutter, "I'm sorry, but that Fnatic ice cream tastes like chicken. And mind you, I freaking hate chicken."
The Exemplar of Demacia clenched his fist, before releasing it softly. Shyvana gave him a genuinely worried look. She dearly hoped that Sona was not actually in... that... with that tin can of a champion. After all, the prince himself looked like he was about to turn into a gargoyle. A real gargoyle.
And as if to put the final nail in Jarvan's coffin, Sona brightly asked Mordekaiser,
"We should do something like this again, sometime. Will you?"
The Master of Metal shot Peke's ice cream out of his mouth, having eaten it to make sure it really did taste like chicken, before giving Sona a thumbs-up. "As long as it's not this piece of crap, I'm totally not okay with anywhere."
"...?"
"Basically, I don't wanna go anywhere again."
The lord of undead grunted, shaking his head in disapproval of Sona's suggestion. He then glanced at the Demacian maiden, who was looking up at him expectantly. She seemed to seek a positive response from him.
Alas, he gave no positive response. Instead, he simply stated,
"...Just call me if you REALLY need my help with something. Got that, woman?"
Sona smiled.
She nodded.
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..."So, uh, Sona?" Mordekaiser asked the Maven of Strings. "You do realize you're stepping on Master Yi?"
The Demacian maiden blinked, slowly looking down to see if his words were true. And sure enough, he was right. The Wuju Bladesman was lying down on the ground.
With his back facing the ground.
"Ah."
Master Yi froze, staring under a universe children were forbidden to enter.
"...So, like, I totally can't see anything because I'm dizzy as fu-"
When the Wuju Bladesman had peeked under the Maven's skirt, he was rewarded by having his face grabbed by Mordekaiser. His hand clenching Yi's head a little too tightly, the lord of undead simply tossed Master Yi onto his rollercoaster ride, immediately activating it again with a snap of his fingers.
Taking this as a random moment to run, Jarvan suddenly bolted up before running away, a massive wave of tears coming out of his eyes,
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUU, MORDEKAAAAAAIIIIISSAAAAARGGGHHHGHGHHHHHGHGHHHHHH!"
"Lord Jarvan? LORD JARVAN! WAIT, STOP BARFING WHILE YOU'RE RUNNING!"
Shyvana and Quinn began to chase after the barfing prince of Demacia, though they felt like barfing as well.
Mordekaiser, on the other hand, handed Peke's ice cream gift to Sona. The blue-haired woman refused to receive it.
Thresh sat on his sofa.
Now, he normally did not sit on sofas. He liked to sit on every single floor he was able to find, no matter where he was. And the fact that he was sitting on a sofa in his prison ward made things quite different from usual. It was a leather sofa- a "classy piece of sh$#," according to Kassadin. However, unlike Kassadin, he knew how to actually use a sofa. After all, sofas were designed to be sat on, not be thrown at Talon.
Today, Thresh was doing something he never did in his unlife before.
Reading.
"Okay, so Taric recommended me Fifty Shades of Grey, and he said that this book's awesome," he said to himself, remembering how drunk Taric was. "It's funny how all the women wanted to kill him, though."
The Chain Warden began reading Fifty Shades of Grey.
Three seconds later, he gave it to Hecarim. He apparently intended on giving him the book in the first place.
Author's Notes: omg, so my laptop died and all. Yeah.
In other words, I got lazy. (it did die, though)
omg
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-NK-