Fuck the League

As a child, you always admired the figures of your idols- the hottest champions from the league. You studied every inch of flesh that they showed, memorizing their cleavage and midriffs until you could picture them in your sleep (which you often did). When you grew up, you knew you had to be a Summoner.

Ahri, Akali, Ashe, Caitlyn, Cassiopeia, Diana, Elise, Evelynn, Fiora, Irelia, Janna, Karma, Katarina, Kayle, Leblanc, Leona, Lissandra,, Lux, Miss Fortune, Morgana, Nami, Nidalee, Orianna, Quinn, Riven, Sejuani, Shyvana, Sivir, Sona, Soraka, Syndra, Vayne, Vi, Zyra, names to remember and champions to fuck...

Your dreams constantly swirl around these legends, and you spent most of your youth training to become a Summoner, in order to meet these beauties. Time passed, and you were eventually accepted to be a Summoner of the Institute of War. Picking the code number 69, you are henceforth known as "Summoner" or "Summoner 69".

You learned quickly, your studies driven by nothing but passion, and quickly rose above the other Summoners in skill. Still young, you've screwed with some of the hotter female Summoners, but none of them quite compare with the champions that you still dream of every night.

Over the years, you've become ranked 4th among 5000 or so Summoners at the Institute, becoming one of the go-to Summoners for any match. You hoped that more contact with more of the hot champions would get the to like you, but so far, they have mostly ignored you, although the champions praised your abilities on the battlefield.

However, you know that it will only be a matter of time before plans unfold, and things get interesting. The season has just begun, it is a time for new beginnings and new relationships.