Gonna tell you guys the story.
Once upon 20 years ago, there was a neighbor we used to call him Tomé Aucustos, a weird name for a weird man. Every day he would throw water in the street saying it was for its flowers, exact 5, he said. One Red, one blue, one green, one yellow, one purple. Me and my friends were like, shit, this dude is crazy lol, and after that we would play soccer on the street or as we know,futebol de rua, no rules except some rules. One day, Tomé saw us playing and yelled.
STOP SMASHING MY FLOWERS YOU DEMONS, GO PLAY ANYWHERE ELSE.
We like, fuck off lets play anyway.
Our street used to not have much cars going so we could play safely. Not that day.
A Blue car, at full speed suddenly appeared and hit my friend, separating his torso from his legs. blood everywhere, I ate some kind of intestin shit coz I was .
After that, Tomé was sadder. 'I lost one flower, one flower I lost'
Obviously we were sad that one of our friends died, but we moved on and start paying again next day.
Ricardo Eletro, one of us, died of choking on a lettuce the next day after we played.
Fernando Abreu died after an accident of blood loss.
Tico Mia died of insolation .
There was only me left
.. no more friends... no one else, but me and Tomé.
Dude was crushed, only one flower left, but I knew it was his fault. He cursed us.
So I broke in his house and choked him with my shirt, as he said his last words... ' all the pretty flowers are dea...'
I had no one else, everyone was dead, no one more to play,
Thats How I started to play league of legends