I was only 19 years old.
I loved Draven so much, I had the ward and all the skins.
I pray to Draven every day before playing, thanking him for the LP I've been given.
"Draven is love" I say, "Draven is life."
My dad hears me and calls me a scrub.
I knew he was just jealous of main.
I call him a bronzie.
He reports me and gets me chat banned.
I'm crying now, no freelogana skin for me.
I queue up for normals to work off my ban.
A warmth is moving towards me.
I feel something touch me.
I'm so happy.
He whispers in my ear, "This is my league."
He grabs me with his glorious moustache and puts me on my hands and knees.
I prepare myself for Draven.
He uses blood rush on my rear.
It hurts so much but I do it for Draven.
I can feel my elo dropping as my eyes start to water.
I push against his whirling death.
I want to please Draven.
He laughs a mighty laugh as he cashes in his adoration.
A mod walks in on this thread.
Draven looks him straight in the eye and says, "Worth."
I'm forum banned now.
Draven is love, Draven is life.