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From the ripe age of three, I was abandoned in the mountains — left to fend for myself against the elements. I squeezed milk from stone. I ate vultures for breakfast.
Ever heard of Aristotle? Socrates? Idiots.
By age seven, I had already mastered quantum mechanics, advanced arithmetic, and was fluent in a modest but impressive 72 languages. I alone discovered how to read, write, and speak. Comparing this sorry excuse for a species to my intellect is a disservice to my neurons — an insult to my very cells.
Had you been raised as I was, left to the raw forces of nature, you'd be no more than a hairless Bronze IV ape rummaging for snails in the dirt.
I main Kassadin. I peaked Gold IV.
I can take you — any day, any time. All you have to do is say the word.