I got jungle and picked Elise.
Our last pick locked in Karthus, I sighed and went to the bathroom.
Secretly, I still had hope: 'No way he's going Smite Karthus, no way.'
But to these absolute degenerates who'd lock themselves in a cabin and grind games on a hand-crank generator, Smite Karthus was the most obvious thing in the world..
'Whatever, let's just play it out and take the enemy jungler's camps,' I thought, and started the game.
It was going pretty well—I was out-leveling the enemy jungler and the game vibe was good.
But every time I glanced at the minimap, seeing the empty Raptors and Wolves camps broke my heart...
The wolf that made eye contact with me as I passed by after my first buff...
The Raptors that disappeared alongside my first buff...
Still, we were winning, so I kept my mouth shut.
The game kept flowing nicely, and I was finally getting to say hi to the Raptors, laughing it up—
until an incident happened.
Karthus started walking step by step toward the Raptors.
I had a bad feeling, but I believed it wouldn't happen.
At least until the yellow glow appeared over the big Raptor's head and it dropped dead...
So I said, 'Hey, that's not cool,'
but the dead have no reply.
At that moment, I wanted to unleash every curse word I've ever known, but
I just kept playing, crying inside, thinking, 'You goddamn shameless scumbag...'
In the end, we won,
but my soul is crushed...
Knowing I'm going to see this bullshit over and over, my tears are blurring the screen... sigh.....
I just really needed to cry and had nowhere to vent, so I'm writing this out.
3-line summary:
- I'm jungle Elise, our mid is Smite Karthus.
- I was clearing Raptors first, and Karthus naturally stole them.
- Smite Karthus is a piece of shit.