(Made a league ask, feel free to use it at your leisure!)
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1- First champ played?
2- First main?
3- Season when you started?
4- What got you into league in the first place?
5- Current rank?
6- Highest rank?
7- Current main?
8- Odd pick fave?
9- If you could date a champ irl who would it be?
10- Best odd combo?
11- Worst league experience?
12- Best league experience?
13- Ever got stuck in a rank?
14- Met anyone you met on league irl?
15- Last league game score?
16- Last champ played?
17- Most champ played?
18- How many mastery 7s?
19- Ever cosplayed a league champ?
20- Ever had a penta kill?
21- Favorite champ?
22- Favorite skin?
23- If you could perma delete a champ, who would it be?
24- Current instant ban?
25- Least favorite champion?
26- Aram, twisted tree line, or Summoners Rift?
27- Favorite special game mode?
28- Ever gotten so tilted you broke something?
29- Ever been reported?
30- Ever been banned?
31- How many summoner names have you had?
32- Ignite or heal (adc)?
33- Most expensive skin owned?
34- Longest game?
35- Longest amount of time playing consecutively?
36- Too many chests or too many keys?
37- Favorite midlaner?
38- Favorite adc?
39- Favorite support?
40- Favorite top?
41- Favorite jungle?
42- You’re worst champ?
43- Favorite lore champion?
44- If you have a champions abilities irl who would it be?
45- If you could be a league champ what would your kit/role be?
46- Your favorite male champ?
47- Your favorite female champ?
48- What’s your favorite league ship?
49- What’s your favorite LCS team?
50- Ever used RP to buy a champ?
A/N: I have no excuses. I’m sorry this chapter is so delayed
(눈_눈) anyone still remember this AU? lolool Maa, I would consider this a rest chapter? At least, the plot is moving =A=;;; Anyway, any feedback is very needed greatly appreciated! Words: 5,594
A tribute to the words of Muhammad Ali by Poet Yasiin Bey (FKA Mos Def), Calligraffitist Niels Shoe Meulman and directed by Stuart A. McIntyre.
“This is the story of Muhammad Ali, The prettiest fighter that ever would be. He talks a great deal, and brags indeed-y, Of a muscular punch that’s incredibly speed-y. The fistic world was dull and weary, But with a champ like Liston, things had to be dreary. Then someone with color and someone with dash, That get the fight fans are runnin’ with Cash. This brash young fighter is something to see And the heavyweight championship is his destiny. Ali fights great; he’s got speed and endurance, But if you sign on to fight, increase your insurance. Ali’s got a left, Ali’s got a right, And if he hit you once, you’re asleep for the night. As you lay on the mat as the ref counts ten, You’ll pray you never have to fight him again. For I am the man this poem is about, The heavyweight champion, there is no doubt. This I predict and I knew the score, The champ of the world in ‘64. When I say three, they’ll go in the third, Don’t bet against me, I’m a man of my word. For I am the man this poem’s about, The heavyweight champion, there is no doubt. Here I predicted Mr. Liston’s dismemberment, Hit him so hard he’ll wonder where October and November went. When I say two, there’s never a third, Standing against me is completely absurd. If I tell you a mosquito can pull a plow, Don’t ask how, Hitch him up,
I… am the greatest. I am greatest, I AM THE GREATEST!”