I met a support from a distant land
Who said- "Two blasted and blackened towers of stone
Stand in the north... Near them, on the throne,
Half-sunk a shattered feeder lies, whose wretched frown,
And golden hand, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its player threw those teamfights spread
Which still survive, stamped on those lifeless things,
The aegis that mocked them and the rapier it fed;
And on the allchat these words appear:
My name is Herald, Thrower of Games;
Look on my K/DA, ye mighty and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the flames
of that colossal wreck, livid and bare,
The tips and reports stretch far away.