Perhaps you've seen it, maybe in a dream.
A murky, forgotten land.
A place where creeps may mend your ailing mind.
You will lose every game.  Once purchased.
The symbol of the Flare.
An augur of farming.
Your early game, your mid game.  Your very level.
None will have meaning, and you won't even gank.  By then, you'll be something other than a summoner.
A thing that feeds on creeps.  A Flare Jungler.

Long ago, in a walled off land, far to the south.
A great enemy built a building. I believe they called it Enemy Nexus.  Perhaps you're familiar? NO. HOW COULD YOU BE?  But one day you will stand before it's inhibitor tower, without really knowing why.
Like a feeder drawn to a kill. Your farm will burn in anguish, time after time.
For that is your fate.

THE FATE OF THE FLARE JUNGLER.