A peculiar chain of events I admit.
I used to play support, because it's something girls like to do or whatever the norm. Got shat on so hard in solo queue, that I never wanted to play support for months. Trying to find a role that I can fit myself into, but it's been tough.
One day, I was taking Master Yi out for a spin, trying to understand him a bit. He was a cheap afterthought after having leftover IP from Teemo. We would've won a close match despite us feeding the other team, but the angry guy QQ'ed in the fountain spaming surrender votes before I could pull off a second opportunity to backdoor and take down the nexus turrets. So we lost.
Afterwards, I finally found my playstyle that I'm most comfortable with, after 50 or so battles of disappointment as a support. Screw it. Jam a cancer stick in my mouth and call myself Sam motherfucking Gideon, because I like high risks, high rewards while going at 600 units per second, baby!
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