[ WP ] To keep up with challenges by mortals , Death must master every new game that comes up . But there 's one game that he just ca n't figure out for the death of him .

Death squeezed his bone white hands over the mouse of his Razor Death-adder. 
 
 He pushed down the mic button on his mouse until he heard the plastic crack, `` What in the blazes are you doing, DEFEND THE BOTTOM TOWER.'' 
 
 He had not taken a soul in an entire year. This was the only thing people played and he could n't win one single fucking game. 
 
 Pings went off in the bottom barracks, his Phantom Assassin was trying to hold back a five man push from a fed team. His would be victim was spearheading the assault along with his team-mates. The tower went down, his hero soon followed, and finally the barracks was in ruins. 
 
 The pale phantasm growled at his team in a blind rage, `` When I find you inept blithering idiots I swear I'll put you in the deepest pit of hell there is!'' 
 
 His hero's buyback had been used, the death timer was at 2 minutes and his team-mates were farming jungle. In the silence, someone spoke up, 
 `` You mad bro?'' 
 
 Fire shot out of the spirit's eyes, `` YES I AM MAD, I AM FURIOUS,'' he screamed. 
 
 `` Well then maybe you should get good.'' 
 
 Other silent team-mates started jeering at him. 
 
 `` Luna: Huehuehuehue.'' 
 
 `` Dark Seer: Jajajajaja.'' 
 
 The fire spilling out of him grew into a blaze scorching his alien-ware until it was melting into the ground in front of him. 
 
 He conjured up an Identical machine and booted it up in silence. 
 Once he was on steam he messaged his target, 
 
 `` XXDeath_001: I was lagging.'' 
 
 Minutes passed until a reply blinked life, 
 
 `` TxsRngr45: Dude it's the third time today. I'm already in another game, I do n't want an abandon. We'll play tomorrow or something, OK?'' 
 
 Death sighed. He was tired, and the Summit finals were tomorrow. He was hoping that he'd earn some tournament drops while watching Na'Vi. 
 
 `` XXDeath_001: Ok, I'll see you tomorrow James.'' 
 
 There was no reply, he was probably already in lane. He looked at his schedule, there was some 79 year old man that was supposed to have a heart attack in half an hour. That was probably enough time to squeeze out one more game. This would be the one where he turned his luck around. He tapped his fingers on the brand new PC and hit Find Matchmaking. 
 
 `` That man's in no rush,'' he thought to himself, `` Just one more game.''
