Well hello there, summoner. Hired Gun Graves here, on the clock and ready to take some new marks down. I've got business to take care of, champions to find and messages to deliver, so stay clear of ol' Destiny's blasts. Follow along if you'd like, but try not to make a sound…
My Cottontail Teemo outfit was a hit at my family's Easter celebration. That's all well and good, but an enterprising yordle like me can't have an outfit that's only good for one day of the year. So, I'm going to throw an Ultimate Ears party!
You slowly awake in a dark, damp room. Thick, smoky air floats by the few shafts of sunlight that have slipped past a boarded window. The unmistakable clack of stilettos against concrete gets louder with each strut as Mafia Miss Fortune slowly comes into focus.
The musky arena before you bristles with champions and fans, reporters and relatives. An excited hum of chatter floats about the place. In the center of the arena, a small ring stands ready and waiting for the evening's entertainment. A loud click, and the arena's lights dim, plunging the place into near darkness and sending the gathered crowds into rapture. Moments pass before a lone spotlight breaks through the smoky haze and illuminates the ring once again, revealing the colossal form of Gentleman Cho'Gath waiting in its center, microphone in claw.