I Have no Frontline, and I Must Front to Back

Reality sinks deep into my gut as I shudder at my team's draft. Quinn top, mage jg, adc mid, Yuumi support. As the enemy team locks in Malphite and Rammus, my life flashes before my lowly eyes. Woe ye wretched, who curse me to this fate. Woe ye wretched, who doom me to my end. An ally has been slain, an enemy is legendary. I have come to terms with the outcome of this match, for it is all I can do, memento mori. As a 10/0 Rammus rolls toward my flimsy frame at mach 5, with naught but those just as squishy as I betwixt me and my demise, a single solitary tear escapes down my cheek. I close my eyes, accepting that this is simply how it was meant to be.

I Have no Frontline, and I Must Front to Back