Summary
Period: 27th to 30th of January, 2017
Skins: Neon Strike Vi, Reaper Hecarim, Arctic Warfare Caitlyn and Imperial Xin Zhao
Champions: Thresh, Aatrox, Wukong and Katarina
Discount: 50%
Introduction: An Old-fashioned Meeting
Neon lights, glowing windows: “improve your life, enhance yourself.” The lengths that people are willing to go for abilities they don’t use has always startled her but she was never impressed when they boasted about them. She had had her fare share of adventures where her simple but advanced suit had been more than enough. “For better vision: a digital visor; for protection: a portable field generator, and for more punch: big cybernetic gloves.” While that wasn’t comprehensive it was a good description of her approach to technology. Every time, she found it strange how she was considered old-fashioned.
At least she wasn’t the only one called like that. Her good old partner and friend also preferred equipment to implants. She had a real knack for rifles and would usually say: “Once you have them on your sights it doesn’t matter what the head is made of.” Another favourite of her was: “When you live to shoot the rifle becomes an extension of your arm; you don’t need to graft it there.” She hoped she had some witty remarks of her own to mention too but she found that “when you live to punch the glove becomes an extension of you arm; you don’t need to graft it there.” simply lacked the same, well, punch.
Fortunately tonight she was to meet her at the Reaper Club. A bunch of nihilistic people frequented the place but it was also preferred by those less inclined to enhancing themselves. There was no rule that would prevent an enhanced person to go there but they would probably not enjoy the atmosphere of classic philosophy and natural drinks. The lack of proper recharge sockets for cyborgs was probably relevant too. She asked for her usual: strawberry milkshake. Few places would have any diary produce available let alone fresh fruit to make it. Her friend went with her usual too: layered fruit-shake. As she would say: “eyes and immune system alert.”
There were optional screens in each table. They seldom used them but there was some ruckus about a soldier’s spear and wherever weapons were involved, especially firearms, her friend wanted to know. After searching for the specific topic on one big news site, with shakes firmly in hand, they listened with attention. A millenary spear had been stolen from the Central Museum, “most original of names”; she commented displaying the latest constribution of milkshake to her rosy moustache. “Clean that.” signalled the one with a red one; “you too.”
“They don’t say much about how it was taken but doesn’t something seem odd?” “You think that they must be behind this. They should be still picking their teeth up.” “They didn’t have many to start with.” “Well, we’ll make sure they have even less.” “But first, we drink.” They emptied their tall glasses with leisure and then calmly made their way to the museum. It was their jurisdiction, after all.
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Source: League of Legends News: Champion and Skin Sale: 01.27 – 01.30