 What makes League of Legends so addicting? What makes this game take six years of progress from my life? Answer me that. Give me my life back, Riot! Now, when you get into a game of League, you think you're playing with four other teenagers or young adults, but wrong. You're actually playing with three toddlers and a middle-aged man who's wasted his 20s away playing this prison of a game. You get into the game, you die once and instantly. Two of your teammates tap out of the game, hop on Google Documents, and they begin typing up paragraphs. No, no, no, literal Bible chapters of insults on you, telling you why dying even just once means your mother should get cancer and die from malignant tumors. You got four options. Option one, tell them no. Your mom is the one that should die of tumors. Option two, walk out of the game, never come back. Now, I don't even have to say the other two options because you should already know by now what the correct answer is. All jokes aside, there is one more correct answer. You should stay away from League of Legends unless option three, forward slash mute all. If you ask the League of Legends player, hey, what's the strongest move in the game? They might name off a few abilities from their favorite champions. I think Yasuo Ultimate is pretty cool. Shut up, you dork. The strongest move in the game is actually forward slash mute all. This mutes everything. Every player on your team, the enemy team, even your team's pinks, it makes the game feel like, wow, this is a single player game and I'm just playing with nine other seemingly human like bots. Seemingly, only seemingly because I'll play this dog shit ass game and sometimes I feel like, man, no way my mid laner's an actual human being playing this bad. Oh wait, that's, that's me. Mute all is sometimes one of the only ways I can actually play League anymore. I can't handle some of these players. Some of the stuff they say, it's so obvious. They just reek of insecurity. They reek of virginity. Bro, you're so bad at League, man. You're so bad. You hard stuck gold player. I tell myself, I won't let myself be challenged. I won't let this person infuriate me. Four seconds have passed. I'm typing up a storm. I get it. Your mother didn't give you enough attention. You hop on this game to rekindle any sort of self-worth you can find in yourself by playing ranked all day. You know, I usually don't do this sort of thing. Replying to complete strangers on this narcissism breeding grounds of a game, but I'm not having a good day. So stupid nigga, you can get. Oh, the enemy team won while I was typing to this fucking loser. Hey, wake your lazy ass up, nigga. All right, it's time to wake up. It's time to grind. It's time to grind, my nigga. It's time to get up and get your depressed ass out that fucking bed before I come drag your shit, nigga.