This story isn't for the weak of heart

We had lost both of our nexus towers in the 50th minute, but by some miracle, had aced them to hold on. Another ace occurs in the 55th minute after denying what felt like the 15th surrender vote, as I am the sole survivor of the blue team. The weight of the game was upon my shoulders, but for that moment, I thought maybe-- just maybe, we could squeak in an unexpected turnaround victory.

My philosophy is that I've never won a game that I surrendered.

The game drags on, and we push down mid. Fourty-five seconds until Jinx is up. I'm a fed Kog Maw, and I cast my W to destroy the menacing super minions that traversed the mid lane. Thirty seconds. I destroy the mid inhibitor tower with ease, it crumbles and falls before me.
Twenty five seconds. I destroy another wave of minions, now focusing the enemy nexus towers. The right one crumbles before me. Success.

Fifteen seconds. I begin shooting the left nexus tower. Its health diminishes quickly. I move around, shooting the tower furiously, my phantom dancer and Q making me a lean mean auto attack machine, my sole goal is destroying the nexus.

Five seconds. The nexus tower crumbles, exposing their lovely nexus. I walk toward it and suddenly...

Plumpf.

Oh god. AP Teemo's shroom. My health falls dramatically to 1/4th. "No worries," I think to myself, "I got this."

Enemy Jinx has respawned.

I continue autoing the nexus, it's health bar somewhere around 1/4th.

It drops, drops, and drops some more as my heart races furiously, pounding in my chest as we are about to win the game.

I flash away from the Jinx ult, its missile missing me just barely.

And suddenly--

League of Legends closes, my computer screen fading to black, and then blue.

"Windows update."

FML