NeoStriker Posts

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you really just shouldn't play him anymore. AP is the best way to go. I used to go AD, but whatever, AP's the only way.

Don't play Karma. That's as nice as I can put it.

Just smile and nod, N, just smile and nod. "I'm not needed here right? You two seem to have the...situation...under control, so I think I'll just go on ahead and leave you two to it."

The Doc can apparently heal and distort people's behavior with her...mixtures. Leblanc's unconscious and not in her room. I can only assume an attack occurred while I was asleep. Well, grats to them for getting the situation under control. I just do the driving. I give them a smile and wave before leaving the room and closing the door behind me. I breathe another mute sigh of relief.

I look around the suite and I see Tailor's already up. I yawn and wave a hello to him before going over to my drone to check up on it. Guess I'll wait for the Doofus to come back. This mission's getting a little crazy, hm?

I wake up from a disturbance in the force beside me. I sit up wearily and rub my eyes, still tired. I quickly use my link to check how much time has passed, and it's only been two hours. What the hell. I drop back onto the bed, hugging the pillow and feeling the coolness underneath it. But the disturbance doesn't go away. I turn around to check over Trimmer and what I see shocks me to the very core. He's turned into wom-oh it's just...her. Oh god, fine, guess I have to wake up. I sit up again while rubbing my eyes once more and I look around the room. THIS IS GETTING WORSE AND WORSE. I immediately do a body check on myself to see if I've been touched while I was asleep, and thankfully, I wasn't. I breathe a mute sigh of relief, before getting out of bed and slipping on my jacket and monitor display again. I hesitantly turn to face the Sandelion with the words, "Yo. How's life?"

In your first game I'm guessing you laned against Heimer. Look at his items. Fucking trash. If it's Lux, still trash. That whole team is trash. Goddamn. You didn't win, the other team lost.

In your second game, I'm guessing Veigar had no idea how to land his stun.

In your third game, the other lanes fed you. Gragas beat you in CS. 0/11 Talon, my god. Not even assists are good. That whole enemy team lost.

Ever play against an Ahri, Cass, Kassa, Morg, Ken, Ryze, or Karthus yet?



First game I had to lane against a Ren. There was a Singed too, so I mistakenly opened regrowth, and went Flash+TP. Didn't matter, farmed enough in lane to get a wriggles first trip back. From that point on, I was going to build more health/armor, phage, triforce, etc. Their Udyr got me once or twice. Our Amumu had good ganks too. Most of my deaths were greed.

Second game I had to lane against a Riven. I went Flash+Exhaust. Dealt with her as I would have with the Ren, but the bitch had Exhaust+Ignite. She was definitely going for that FB. I opened cloth, got wriggles, ninja tabi, phage, chain vest, and another chain vest. I was just fucking stacking as much armor as I could. She almost got me, I was one bar, but I got away, and then our jungle Malphite came up and finished her off. From then on, total devastation in lane. Got an atmas and a giant's belt. Sold tabi for mercs after I finished her tower and needed to be in more teamfights. Was gonna finish up my phage into a triforce, but they surrendered.

Third game I was at bot lane, my Sona didn't zone or harass, told me I needed to lasthit when I was doing the zoning and harassing for the both of us, and had to compete with her for last hits. I managed to even up my score regardless, and I was wrecking them in teamfights, but other team too fed, couldn't carry hard enough, 'nuff said.

Fourth game, Jungle Lee. I was ferocious, bitch. Gotta say, I love you Udyr, but the fucking trollbaiting with the Q and W is just too fun.

Fifth game, Garen against Rumble. Definitely opened boots. He must not have been running any armor runes, because I absolutely shredded him by level 3 and had my whole combo. I was dancing around his missiles, literally, and he never hit me with his ulti in lane. I got a brutalizer because that's just what you get when you're going against high health+low armor solo top champs like Rumble, Cho, Singed, and maybe Voli. Got a phage next, and I could tell his AP wasn't doing shit to me, so I just went ahead and got a atmas, finished the mallet, and got randuin.

Sixth game, 20 fucking assists, my team has no map awareness, our loss ended with their fucking Corki BDing us.

1. Ryze - Easy game, I think I was against a Vlad. He couldn't shut me down early game, even more, I was winning my lane. I easily steamrolled, and was then unstoppable.



2. Lee Sin - I couldn't carry hard enough, 'nuff said.



3. Ryze - Easy game, I think I was against a Ziggs or something. Fuck, it was an easy lane.



4. Soraka - I don't even remember what happened with this. Holy shit. I remember being first pick Soraka, because I felt like being nice. And then my team herp derps all over the place. Oh right, our top lane GP DCed. Tryn got an easy lane and our WW fed him FB. Tryn kept snowballing. We were winning our lane, and then Tryn went easy-modo. Terrible game, played by terrible players.



5. Gangplank - Solo top against Akali. I opened regrowth pendant, because AP. Evenly matched, I was passively getting more gold. I was winning, but then the rest of my team feeds Akali and mid loses. Terrible game, played by terrible players. I couldn't carry hard enough, 'nuff said.



6. Lee Sin - Easy game, so easy. Finally get a decent solo top to tank instead of me. I went full DPS, I was flying everywhere, got to play Lee as he was meant to be played.




7. Lee Sin - Sion solo top. I had to tank. I DCed midway because my cat tripped the power cord. Still managed to do my job and initiate. Last game to push me positive for the day.

There's nothing good anymore. GG, WP.

You need to freestyle more, Shogun. Your flow is too illin'

Nigga, Skyrim let me sneak attack random passersby and dragons while in a raging blizzard with nothing but my underwear and a helmet on and a knife in my hand. Too good mang, too good. Other than that, carry on. I pretty much agree with everything you've said so far.

Poppy+Kayle bot
Tryndamere jungle
Zilean mid
Yorick solo top.

Nobody dies./trollface

Note how their CC is mostly slows, and Poppy's stun requires terrain. You can find similar themes in other sets of champs. Poppy isn't bad. But you have to work harder to fit her into your team comp than most other champs. Should usually put her in bot lane for a shutdown lane. Basically, should play bot lane Poppy with a friend you know you can trust. Also, good job and very interesting guide.



Asshole, why you no let us see your build? And you lost with Yorick, hah. Who the fuck counters Yorick at top? Hmmm, Voli could, actually... And you're stll playing shitty tier 2 champs on normal mode. Getting fed in *all* your games? Come on, you're just playing against baddies, nothing big here.



Irelia is a carry. Meaning, you have to just passive farm lane into an unstoppable juggernaut. If you can't, then get the right items to be able to do so. A fed Irelia early game is a late game Irelia at early game. Pretty much just surrender if they're good.

I watch Trapper walk into the master bedroom, looking obviously dejected. Mmmmnnn, this banana-nut muffin's yummy. The Doofus is certainly smart with his logistics, but Trailer still did pretty good. After several minutes, I follow him into the bedroom, and I see the lights are off but there's an afternoon glow pouring in from the windows. He's already fallen asleep. I hope I'm not imposing myself too much on him. I slip my jacket and monitor off and set it aside somewhere, before climbing into bed with him. I lay my head on his right arm and easily fall asleep with his warmth beside me.

He will be missed. *Sniff*

I couldn't take the smile off of my face now even if I wanted to. "Why are you in such a hurry to correct yourself? You're doing fine. As for what I'll be doing, why don't you find out for yourself? I'm guessing we'll be spending alot more time with each other from now on."

I place my hand over my chest. "I'll show you where we're going, it's just a nice café where I spend most of my money, haha. Our shift's over, wanna go upstairs and clock out?"

I wait for Tripster's response before moving upstairs. "That was really nice of you by the way. What you said about me being eyecandy. You almost made me blush."

When we arrive in the suite upstairs, it appears training is already beginning. I quickly flash Tricker the words, "Sorry, I'll make it up to you next time. My treat."

(I hope that's fine.)

Yea, silly Flaser. As if she wouldn't just take off and fly using her jetpack.

That was an amazing piece of work (cooties). The ending was very thrilling...

Ah. Why did I say something like that? I'm such a depressing girl, aren't I?

I want to see your smile...

I brush away a strand of hair and put on a small smile. The words on my monitor show, "I don't bring the drone along on long-range missions. The mask was just a toy. Thanks for the information, that's all I needed to know. Our shift seems to be ending soon, right? Wanna go hang out afterwards?"

...

Where the hell are those cameras? I don't feel like talking anymore. And you got one thing wrong, lady. ...Whatever. I stand at attention and give a full salute to her figure to show my gratitude, before going to get a quick snack from the kitchen. I take out the tea I stashed inside my drone and pour it out for myself to drink. It seems Tracker wants to keep talking though.

...I better watch what I say.

"You owe something to someone in a city like this? And to her? Well, can't say I wish I could be in your shoes."

I take a sip of the oolong tea before continuing, "Kidnapped? You could say I was asking for it. I was caught taking a cookie out of the cookie jar, what can I say. I just need to be better at it next time. Thanks for worrying about me. And you always have a choice. That's why I keep a way to kill myself on me at all times."

I take another sip. "You're not supposed to ask a lady her age, are you? I'll tell you later, if you still want to know. I went into the running business because I had no choice. But I just said there's always a choice, didn't I? It was more like, if I chose anything else, it would've been the same as killing myself. So I had to become a runner. It's a boring story. In the case of other runners, I hear they're usually handpicked as prodigés."

I finish the tea and snack. "That's enough of getting to know each other, isn't it? What should I do to get ready for the trip?"

(I'm using the monitor display to talk, by the way. The drone and I are mute.)

My eyes widen slightly. "Prodigy? Well, imagine a regular driver times two. That's a four-handed driver. With more vroom-vroom noises. In my head. Or if things get rough."

My monitor display then shows a car going fast, with speed lines drawn behind it. The speed lines get circled out, and an arrow stretches out from it to the words, "These equal fast. More lines equal more fastness."

The image fades out, and then these words appear, "So that's basically how rigging works. The art of drawing more speed lines. But I'm just joking. Please don't try to learn rigging like that. You will get hurt. I learned rigging from a friend. I perfected it through years of self-study and practice. I didn't do anything you couldn't have done, given enough time. As to how I got here, I'm a shadowrunner, known as N. I'm good at rigging. They needed a rigger. I got a message from my fixer, and I accepted. The terms and circumstances seemed shady, so I decided I was willing to sacrifice my drone to find out more before fully committing. It didn't work out. Will work harder, next time."

I adjust my hood a little. "I don't really want to work with these people. What do you think?"

I shrug my shoulders, and my drone mimics the motion. "Sandelion's gonna snap one day and kill us all. Leblanc's a dirty, skanky, whore-slut bitch. They're probably secret lesbians with massive crushes on each other. In regards to how I am, I'm slightly disoriented from the sedative, angry from the way this mission was pulled together, disgusted from having my body snuck up on and then sedated, and possibly touched inappropriately, embarrassed at having my ruse foiled so easily, and scared for my life from the possibility of having to work with the Sandelion. But you probably can't tell since I don't move my face alot. Don't worry about it. You look like you have some questions, wanna talk?"

I keep my face blank as I reply, "Are you sure I just can't die instead? This lady sounds like such a ball-buster..."

Damn. It wasn't just the Injuns catching an intruder, the bitch knew my every move. That's infuriating and humiliating. Stupid floor, why won't you fall down onto the room below. I remember about the helpful lady, "Thank you, Victorique. You're nicer than you act. I'll remember this. I'm off."

In the time I was communicating, I've powered my drone on again. I politely wave goodbye to Victorique before leaving the suite. I head downstairs and I can see the tall, brown-haired Newbster pacing around. My drone and I wave at him, and I flash the words, "How's life? Is she dead yet?"