- Joined
- Dec 22, 2015
After months of patches and flawed launches, the first successful beta test of the newly upgraded League of Legends was to be tried globally, the players hand-chosen from a lottery of a thousand from different parts of the world. Players were advised via manual to remain absolutely motionless in bed while immersing themselves in the 4D virtual reality simulator, for a careless move could easily jeopardize the game's performance. But little did the thousand beta testers know that the system's programming was corrupt and upon logging in, exiting the game via their motor functions would be impossible. There was literally no return to reality after the player's avatar, a cybernetic copy of their carbon selves, would appear in the vast world of League of Legends.
Every logged-in player was transported to a dimension void of anything but dark matter where a personalized 'champion select' hologram materialized in front of their simplified avatar. Not unlike a Normals match familiar to a 2D League of Legends game, several other parties (other beta testers) joined both the ally and opposing team, and champion selections were made left and right via a scroll-by menu. Alistar, Jax, Miss Fortune, Shaco, and Nautilus completed the enemy group, every champion following the first few to decide now locked in. The countdown was loud, deafening, even, over the clustered group of summoners cloaked in uniformed robes, a default attire for anyone starting at a measly level one.
The last champion selection was made and a voice unique to the summoner who had made the last decision echoed loud and clear:
"Fortune doesn't favor fools!"
Once the summoners had linked to their chosen champions, the invisible platform they stood upon dissolved, the bottomless pit of nothing below it pulling every summoner into another dimension unlike the limbo they had been trapped in a second ago. Each one came to, all ten summoners scattered in different places on a map not yet conceivable to the poor and inexperienced summoner. But, there was a blue sky above every head and firm ground below their rattled bodies.
With the addition of a certain companion they had chosen to fight alongside...
"If you're planning on being useless for a minute longer, you're better off with a bullet in your skull," came the callous words of a certain she-pirate. She loomed over her unconscious summoner with the weight shifted onto her hip, both hands steady on the triggers of her beloved pistols. The Bilgewater queen looked as if she had just left the victorious grounds of battle with the fire ablaze in her eyes and humble clothes tainted with dirt and the questionable semblance of dried blood. Even her scarlet hair tied messily into a braid fell wildly in strands over her sun-kissed face, just barely accenting the light dusting of freckles over the bridge of the she-captain's nose.
She looked out of place on the jungle-esque map with her swash-buckling pirate outfit, although her reputation in and out of her marine hometown had proved her skills in battle proficient enough. Miss Fortune was a bounty hunter first and foremost and it hardly mattered on what terrain she fought on as long as her reward was bountiful. It was also true to her lore and personality that she hardly made allies and now wasn't an exception as the pirate queen herself lowered the brim of her captain's hat over the glaze of her eyes, and kicked her companion rather rudely against his side.
Every logged-in player was transported to a dimension void of anything but dark matter where a personalized 'champion select' hologram materialized in front of their simplified avatar. Not unlike a Normals match familiar to a 2D League of Legends game, several other parties (other beta testers) joined both the ally and opposing team, and champion selections were made left and right via a scroll-by menu. Alistar, Jax, Miss Fortune, Shaco, and Nautilus completed the enemy group, every champion following the first few to decide now locked in. The countdown was loud, deafening, even, over the clustered group of summoners cloaked in uniformed robes, a default attire for anyone starting at a measly level one.
The last champion selection was made and a voice unique to the summoner who had made the last decision echoed loud and clear:
"Fortune doesn't favor fools!"
Once the summoners had linked to their chosen champions, the invisible platform they stood upon dissolved, the bottomless pit of nothing below it pulling every summoner into another dimension unlike the limbo they had been trapped in a second ago. Each one came to, all ten summoners scattered in different places on a map not yet conceivable to the poor and inexperienced summoner. But, there was a blue sky above every head and firm ground below their rattled bodies.
With the addition of a certain companion they had chosen to fight alongside...
"If you're planning on being useless for a minute longer, you're better off with a bullet in your skull," came the callous words of a certain she-pirate. She loomed over her unconscious summoner with the weight shifted onto her hip, both hands steady on the triggers of her beloved pistols. The Bilgewater queen looked as if she had just left the victorious grounds of battle with the fire ablaze in her eyes and humble clothes tainted with dirt and the questionable semblance of dried blood. Even her scarlet hair tied messily into a braid fell wildly in strands over her sun-kissed face, just barely accenting the light dusting of freckles over the bridge of the she-captain's nose.
She looked out of place on the jungle-esque map with her swash-buckling pirate outfit, although her reputation in and out of her marine hometown had proved her skills in battle proficient enough. Miss Fortune was a bounty hunter first and foremost and it hardly mattered on what terrain she fought on as long as her reward was bountiful. It was also true to her lore and personality that she hardly made allies and now wasn't an exception as the pirate queen herself lowered the brim of her captain's hat over the glaze of her eyes, and kicked her companion rather rudely against his side.