Linkin Park is TFT (or TFT is Linkin Park)

Another evening of TFT.
One more Light before bed.

This time I am going to do it.
Breaking the Habit of forcing something from a champ I get on 1-2.
I won’t Run Away with the first idea.
I will not Give Up.

It’s 1-3.
Jinx. Bow.
Nice.
I can Feel It in My Skin.

First augment appears.
Heavy Is the Crown.
I must click.
I need the thrill—by this time I am already Numb.

First PvP.
Jinx without items deals nothing but Papercuts.
No burst. Nothing Heavy.
But the scaling is enough for now.

First carousel.
There’s a rod on a Mundo.
I spam my mouse so hard, but someone takes it.
I nearly Faint.

I start losing.
No problem.
I’ll just Bleed It Out a bit and cash in on the streak.

Time to scout.
I hope I am by myself.
Three people rerolling Ekko.

My brain says don’t stay in this comp.
It would be Easier to Run,
but I’ve forgotten how to Runaway.

Slowly, I am Crawling toward defeat.
I go to the Ekko boards and start pinging,
but nobody’s listening.
They’re lost in the Ekko.

One last attempt.
Gotta pivot.
But I am lost.

I hit an Annie.
Her ult could really Burn It Down.
The items don’t fit.
This is the Good Goodbye.

I hit the floor.
8th.

Now I’m looking up from the bottom at these Zaun boards.
In the End, I am Somewhere I Belong.
And that place is Emerald.