Summary
Period: 18th to 21st of November, 2016
Skins: Warmonger Sion, Special Weapon Zac, Pentakill Karthus and Royal Shaco
Champions: Quinn and Valor, Hecarim, Cassiopeia and Teemo
Discount: 50%
Introduction: For a Slice of Cake
In a war everything is a weapon. Most are only acquainted with the heavy axes of the frontline warriors. Decked in armour of sinister look their presence would induce fear and the, unnecessarily, keen edges of their blades doom. Even though weapons changed as years and massacres went by the basics remained the same: kill the others and don’t get killed yourself. When once metal was enough to keep and take life alike now more elaborate methods were preferred.
The plotting of courts changed to conspiracies in senates but the aim was always to amass the credit for the next definitive weapon of ultimate destruction. At one time the jester would proclaim: “But, isn’t it enough to hit them with something bigger?” Now the same was said by the unavoidable ignorance of those with eyes only for power: “Just make it bigger and it’ll be more effective!” Such brilliance was radiated all over.
Music was no stranger to propaganda or the advice of the experts: “If it’s louder people will pay more attention and like it more.” Drums joined saturated strings and strident noises backed brainwashing messages. It was always a matter of quantity. More messages, more money and in turn less principles and more control. Results by any means and anything could be sacrificed by a cause that had lost its meaning. When their sentient weapons escaped and word spread about their release they were ready.
“It is wrong to force any creature to fight which is why the Special Weapon Program has been cancelled. All of its test subjects are now recognised as free-willed citizens with full rights. Let us welcome them to our wonderful society.” The politicians’ masks were unbreakable like the armour once so prized by warriors. They would wear it over their face and calmly assert the Sun was the one doing the circling. They would blame the fireball for the wars and accuse it of allying with the enemy and people would believe them.
They would want to. They needed to believe to feel they still had a grip on a reality that no longer existed. Everything is a weapon now so, is it not a war? They attack so we defend. Combat was nowhere as explicit as it used to be but there were still victims. With blades or words they fall. They buy your silence or they make it so. It’s only fair: “We’ll do what it takes to win this war and retake what is ours.” Each wants a piece of the cake, the one they claimed and then to covet the ones they didn’t.
It doesn’t matter that there’s only one cake to share among all. That’s all there is so we better share and value what little we’ve got. But that would be losing. It’s our right, after all. So, while we look behind at axes and courtroom plotting, bio-experiments and senate conspiracies we can only be sure that there will be another war. Just the same old war with another meaningless name, another enemy that is only ourselves and another promise of an unattainable triumph. That one, at least, nobody should believe anymore. There is no more cake to have unless someone loses theirs.
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Source: League of Legends News: Champion and Skin Sale: 11.18 – 11.21