Have You Seen My Bear Tibbers?
By jakob187 20 Comments
How addicting is League of Legends at this point for me? The best way to describe it is probably a poor analogy, but it feels like an accurate one.
...until League of Legends walked into the room like a bad bitch and we've been chokefucking ever since.
League of Legends is exactly like that: a dirty little whore of a game that you love and hate. You hate what it's done to your relationship with other games, how it denies you so much time with so many other great pieces of work, and you also hate when it mistreats you. However, when it's good, OH IS IT GOOD! There's something about getting that impossible victory of pure fucking luck that makes you jump up and shout obscenities in joyous celebration like few other games can accomplish. A solace almost encapsulates you when you kill that asshole who has been stomping your team for most of the game, just so you can type "LAWL" into general chat as a taunt. When you level up, there is a great sense of forward progression that you EARNED.
On a personal note, I have found that I do not like playing the role of melee in the game, which is an abnormality given my affection for melee in virtually every other game I play. Instead, characters like Annie, Swain, and Malzahar have found their way into my champion list, and they are truly gratifying players. The one thing that I've noticed in the last couple of weeks about League of Legends...is that virtually ANYONE can play League of Legends. Sure, a good handful will probably never be able to compete on a high-end level, but the custom game setup is so damn easy that it really does not matter.
The moral of this story is simple, folks: when a game decides that it is going to steal all of your time, do not try to fight it. You will not win. League of Legends, you had me at "NEVER STOP FUCKING ME!".
*P.S. - Bonus points of coolness for anyone who knows where that quote is from.