Oh wow, a story thread! Here's my own little story, hope everyone enjoys.
Death is but a Setback to Life; Multiple Views of the Same Mirror; Three Little Birds Sat on my Window; Traveling Pants Chronicle part XI: Jesabeth's Last Attempt at Freedom
Jesabeth looked longingly out of the window. And by window I mean windows, XP, the rolling green hills that is the default screensaver. Pretty clever, huh?
Right next to her Yaoi folder is another folder, and next to that one, with a very special title, is her personal commissions of Yaoi art. By the way, there is also a League of Legends folder. Just kidding, it's a League of Legends Yaoi folder. You could say silver division was the only thing left in Jesabeth's life she could honestly, with a straight look on her face, claim to instill a greater thirst in her loins than her artwork.
She launched League of Legends from the taskbar and got to work on climbing the ladder. But her teams kept feeding. She pounded her cherry-wood desk with such a fury that sprouts sprung from its polished wood, bearing the... wait for it... rotten fruits of her labor.
Because Jesabeth lost a ton of times and was feeling down, she looked online to study her favorite role: support. When consulting a fellow poster on what a support must buy, he said,
"Typically, supports will only have 70% of the gold other roles have in the early game."
triggered
triggered
TRIGGERED
TRIGGERED
TRIGGGGGEEEERREEED
Jesabeth was so wrathful, so fueled with vindictive rage and trauma, it took her at least eighteen hikes on the Pacific Coast Trail to calm down. It helped but she still knew she was bronze.
(Afterwards she pulled a Great Awakening and walked into the kiddie section of the community pool. It was only halfway in she realized she didn't have the energy to get out. Her pants were lost in the gutter and this is how the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants really ended, the ocean was just a metaphor for how a Yaoi addicted League player lost it in a pool half her size.)
The end