Period: 5th to 8th of December, 2017
Skins: PROJECT: Leona, Blood Moon Kalista, Oktoberfest Gragas and Minuteman Gangplank
Champions: Jinx, Diana, Urgot and Olaf
Introduction: The Mist in the Beat
“A red Moon? You are right. That’s odd, according to the database we aren’t even near a full moon.” “Who knows? Could be some weird experiment that went wrong in some lab. Wouldn’t be the first time…” “This month, you mean?” The guards exchanged smirks and continued walking. “Nothing in the scanners. Hopefully it’ll be a peaceful night.” “Yes, it wouldn’t be bad for a change; though I’ll miss punching someone.” “Buy a sand bag.” “I did, I sent it to the street through the walls.” “Interior apartment, right?” “Yes, I had to move, remember?” “Right, you have a nice view now.” “Yes, great… like the rent.”
They reached the square and looked around. There were the usual cyberpunks but they were all with their noses deep in their phones’ screens. They were probably chatting even though they were sitting next to each other. The guards looked at each other with an understanding look: they have reached the point were neither of them needed to speak to say something. The red moonlight gave an eerie, alien feel to otherwise familiar surroundings. Few people noticed unless it popped up as a message so it was mostly the guards who were uneasy about the situation.
“No information on the blood Moon?” “None at all, it’s not as if anyone is looking up or anywhere else than their screens, anyway.” Going down a perpendicular street to one of the main avenues they noticed a red mist. They kept on walking and started to bump with soft things on the ground: corpses. They were wearing white coats and they all seemed to have run out of the Science building a few steps ahead. In the diffuse mist they noticed a figure, clad in red armour with a white mask which vanished before any of them could raise a weapon. “HQ: we have an incident in the Science building. Send backup.”
The newsline read about just another failed experiment; third of the month, and it was only halfway through. The guards looked, searched and scanned all around to no avail. Companies had the bad habit of covering up everything they did; trade secrets they said. It certainly didn’t make things any easier for them to find clues. Also, it wasn’t exactly encouraging for scientists; which was why it had become such a well paid job. “You could do some research to pay for that apartment of yours.” “No thanks, I like having my head attached to my body.” “And those were some lucky ones.” “Yes, whoever or whatever did this is now on the loose and we without a clue.” “Don’t worry, with some luck it’ll come back to bite them.” “Yes, a lot of luck.” “Well, you did find a dream apartment after all, right?” They looked at each other and, again, no words were necessary.
+: appealing hi-tech feel
+: evocative model and particles
-: similar to classic
+: picturesque drinker
-: bad manners
+: full change of clothes
-: inaccurate plain aspect