Canter U: Day X1 Saturday [Worlds of Trouble]

“Anon! Come on, let’s go!”
>You shake your head and step out of the taxi and walk next to Twilight, holding her hand.
>You see nothing but Teemo and Rammus hats and decently large Asians as far as the eye can see.
>The Staples Center!
>Never been too big of a fan of the Lakers… let alone the NBA in general.
>That’s for the /sp/artans.
>Luckily there’s no giant size pictures of Steve Nash or Pau Gasol…
>Or… Kobe for that matter. No achilles, no standing.
>But for Riot to host the League of Legends World Championships here?
>Unreal.
“Wow, this is a huge stadium! We don’t have anything like this back where I’m from.”
>Where exactly is she from? Hard to believe you don’t know where your girlfriend’s from.
>Twilight squeezes your hand tighter as you cross Figueroa, moving closer to the front gate.
>Amidst all the people, there’s a handful of street performers, and people with big ass signs that say “Gays and bronies are the same and are crimes against Christianity.”
>You recall reading that verse in the Bible once.
>But then again you probably should confer with Applejack about that one.
“Whoa! Who’s that?”
>Twilight lets go of your hand and runs over to the large statue of Oscar De La Hoya.
>You slowly follow her and take pictures.
>Selfie Saturday.
>There’s still a couple hours to kill before the match starts.

A. Inside the stadium.
B. Get food.
C. Outside the stadium.

>Damn right you’re hungry.
>The trip here to LA definitely wasn’t all that short.
>Fem’s such a good friend for making that journey to CU.
>You would’ve texted her to hang out with you, but it always seems like you’re trying to make her meet your girlfriend(s)...
>D-dash…
>Ahem.
>Not gonna take that risk.
>Plus Fem doesn’t like League so that’s all good.
>You’re totally cool being here with Twilight.
>She looks at you and smiles.
>Your stomach rumbles…
>Right, food.
>After exploring the Nokia Plaza, and finding absolutely nothing within your price range, you and Twilight enter the stadium, hoping to find something cheap to eat.
>Sporting venue food is always good, right?
“I don’t care, I’m so hungry, I could eat a horse!”
>Twilight laughs hysterically at her own joke.
>If only she knew.
>The inside of the stadium is decorated with a mixture of purple, gold, blue, red, and black…
>And it’s starting to fill up with people too.
>You wait patiently in line for your food with Twilight, who’s rocking back and forth on her toes.
>S-should you say something?
>Don’t wanna be too awkward on your first date, right?
>Well, not first first date, but… y’know.

A. small talk
B. business
C. bizness

Or free response, specify please.


>So… what does Twilight want to eat?
“Not sure. Definitely not horse though.”
>She shrugs.
>How about chicken?
“Chicken sounds nice…”
>Male chicken?
“How am I supposed to know if it’s male?”
>Does she like her chicken rare or well done?
“Anon what are yo-... If you don’t cook chicken long enough, you could get sick with salmonella enterica! Are you crazy?”
[spoiler]>memorizing exact nomenclature
>lol what a nerd[/spoiler]
>So… well done then.
>She sighs. Somewhere between confused and frustrated.
“Yes Anon, well done male chicken. But they only serve chicken strips here!”
>So… hard cock then.
>Twilight blushes madly and hits you on the arm.
>But it’s a girly nerd hit, so it you only [spoiler]cry for 20 minutes.[/spoiler]
>You reach the front of the line and order some chicken strips and a hot dog.
>Because hot dogs would’ve been the easier dirty joke material to work with.
>Twilight doesn’t even say thank you and takes your food.
>Uh-oh.

A. Take your seats
B. Explore the stadium
C. Twilight
>Gotta avoid the subject.
>You paid a butt ton for these tickets. Don’t wanna ruin the experience by having your girlfriend mad at you.
>You approach Twilight slowly as she noms on some fried cock.
>So who does she think is gonna win? SKT or Royal Club?
>She keeps eating.
>That Faker doe… 2gud4me.
>Wonder who they’re going to pick…
>...
“Are you even going to say sorry?”
>S-sorry?
>Her stern look turns into a smile.
[spoiler]Since this is spinoff… you guys are on easy mode.[/spoiler]
“Wow Anon… I can’t believe I played you like that… I had no idea girls had this… power!”
>Yeah, girl power.
>It’s like she hasn’t been a girl her entire lif-... oh shit.
>Is Twilight a girl?
>Panic mode engage.
“Want some of this hard cock?”
>Twilight takes out a chicken strip and holds it, giggling at what she had just said.
>Oh man… you can’t take any more of this tension.
>It’s gonna kill you.

>You enter the stadium, and see the huge stadium with all the cool lights and shit.
>At least you have decent seats.
>The big center scoreboard is showing some really cool lights as some shitty stock electro dub music is playing.
>Nothing but Teemo hats, signs and Asians.
>Your phone vibrates.
Fem: Have fun. :P
>Yeah sure.
>You and Twilight sit down and focus on your food.

A. continue eating
B. Twilight
C. phone check
D. talk to strangers

>You pound down your hot dog and do a quick tongue check for any lingering plaque.
>Don’t wanna make any bad impressions on the people sitting next to you.
>You turn to your right.
>Is that…
>Kobe Bryant?
>What’s he doing he-
>Oh… it’s not Kobe.
>Just a rather tall and athletic looking black man.
>These kind of people play League?
>No wonder why you get feeders every game.
>Racism University.
>What’s his name?
“Cody! Cody Brians.”
>He shakes your hand.
>Rather firm grip.
>All the better to land skillshots with.
“And before y’all ask, I do come here often.”
>Wonder if you can call him “nigga”.
>Maybe.

A. Keep talking to him.
B. Twilight
C. Center Stage.

>How long has he been playing League?
“Oh, y’know… 1996.”
>wow much cool
>What’s he ranked?
“Gold I. I’m not trying to get into Diamond any time soon.”
>But… post season rewards are so cool.
“I know man, I know… but I ain’t about that life. I wish I could have bolf doe.”
>So black.
>So very black.
>...[spoiler]Yeah, I’m off my game.[/spoiler]
>What’s his in game name?
“BlackMamba24… y’all should add me after the game. I wouldn’t mind playing with a fan.”
>Silly Cody…
[spoiler]>Fans can’t play video games.[/spoiler]

“Anon! Look, it’s starting!”
>Silence, noise, then lights.
>The stage lights up, as some really whyboner material comes onto the stage.
>Some chunky girl in lingerie plays an electric cello seductively.
>Gross.
>And… fake Daft Punk plays music really loud.
>how cool much skill

A. Twilight
B. more strangers
C. Keep watching the show

>Twilight watches on.
>And she looks… disgusted.
“What the heck is this about? This isn’t League!”
>You roll your eyes and agree with her.
>This is pretty dumb.
>You paid a shitton of money to watch 10 asians right click furiously.
>And you could’ve easily done that for free in college.
>You didn’t pay to see this… music.
>The lights are cool.
>And the atmosphere’s awesome…
>And… damn, you’re hyped…
>They play their last big note and the lights scan the crowd.
>A huge roar.
“Okay! Now, summoners! Presenting the teams for tonight!”
>Twilight bounces excitedly in her chair.
>Weird to see her so passionate about something.
>The ten Asians walk out on the stage.
>They’re waving to everybody like all Asians would…
>...
>Um.
>[spoiler]Fried rice combo[/spoiler]
“Lee Jyun Park!”
>The short Asian waves his hand an-
>Oh shit! He took a spill.
>Off the stage.
“Oh my gosh! Is he okay?”
>Twilight cups her mouth in shock.
>He stands up, but… oh LORDY HIS ARM.
>It’s like…^v all over the fuckin’ place…
>You see the MC trying to give the signal to cut the cameras.
“And…. we’ll be right back!”


“And we’re back! And we have a sub for SK Telecom!”
>The MC points his hand to off stage.
“xPike!”
>xPeke?
>”Spike?”
>Oh shit… no way…
>Spike?
>You turn to someone behind you, the sheer excitement.
>You were roomies with that guy in freshman year!”
>No fucking way!
“I… huh?”
>Twilight’s stunned.
>OYG YOUR ROOMMATE PLAYS LEAGUE PROFESSIONALLY.
>Not sure if you should be…

A. Mad
B. Jealous
C. Proud

>Damn right you’re proud of him!
>He gave up the normal life.
>And chased the dream.
>That short little motherfucker.
>Hard to make him out from up here.
>N-not that you’d wanna make out with him or anything.
[spoiler]I really can’t write anything but tsundere.[/spoiler]
>But… he did it.
>Made it to the biggest stage of League e-sports.
>And you’re damn proud of him.
>You remember when you used to support for him.
>And when you stole his pentakill.
>And… that one time you [spoiler]fucked that girl that he liked on your current girlfriend’s bed.[/spoiler]
>But who gives a shit about that? He’s probably fucking millions of girls.
>You look at Twilight.
>Can’t say a million is quite where you’re at.

>The game starts.
>Now he’s gonna carry his team to victory.
>He’s gonna destroy that Royal Club midlaner, and be the number one.
>Schmidtywerberjaeger man Jensen.
>Everyone’s gonna cheer when he gets first blood.
>And everyone’s gonna be excited when he teleports in.
>And FUCK YEAH! It’s gonna be great!
“First blood!”

>Spike… gave up first blood…
>And second.
>And third.
“COME ON, SPIKE! THIS ISN’T A PETTING ZOO! NO FEEDING ALLOWED!”
>Twilight’s shouting only adds to the decibel level of the auditorium.
>Staples Center. So cool.
>You thought he was gonna be the best.
>Like no one ever was.
>He was gonna bring honor to your CanterU famiry…
>And rise to the top. Shining glory.

>They lose the first game.
“Don’t worry Spike! It’s just the first ga-”
>And the second.
“Keep your head up Spike! You’re not gonna lose this on-”
>And the third.
>The MC comes up and announces the opposing team the world champions of League of Legends.
>Not like that means much.
“And here’s your one million dollars.”
>ONE MILLION DOLLARS?
http://youtu.be/cKKHSAE1gIs?t=1m46s

A. Go find Spike
B. Head home and [spoiler]make sex with Twilight[/spoiler]
C. Hatch plan to steal money.

>Time for money.
>Nice to see the methods haven’t changed.
>All the crews, the roles, don’t wanna leave evidence behind on a hard drive.
>Well, mapping out all the options, and showing you all the angles, that’s my area of expertise.
>But as for making decisions…
>That’s your domain, my friends.
>Here.
>There’s two ways I see of doing this…
>We go in smart…
>or…
>We go in loud and dumb.
>Remember the decorations?
>We could use those as a distraction… then take the money and run.
>The cover is stage crew, so no one will look twice when you’re taking any of the banners.
>That means getting a uniform though.
>Go in dumb and you’ll need your famous way with people and four carbine rifles.
>We can’t buy them and risk them getting traced. No, no, no…. we’ve got to find some in circulation.
>It’s awkward… but this is the gun favored by LAPD tactical teams… so security is a good place to look.
>The exit strat is about the same. Bikes for running through the new subway tunnel they have on the 210.
>So how do you wanna do this?

A. Run in through the front door
B. Try to play it smart.
C. Find Spike.

>Alrighty… four carbines, eh?
>That’s two for each hand.
>Unless you can get Twilight in this.
>Then it’s one for each hand.
>T-twilight?
>Well… she’s gone.
>What about Cody Brians?
>He’s…. not here either.
>Odd.
>You stand up out of your seat and make your way to the security office.
>They’ve got to have guns in there.
>Sweet, the door’s open.
>You peek your head in, see nobody and enter the office.
>And… there’s a gun safe.
>No bigger than a middle school locker, but… maybe the gun has a foldable stock?
>And… it’s open?
>You reach inside and pull out what appears to be a Tec-9.
>Well… this’ll have to do.
>You slide it into the inside of your hoodie, and make your way back to the auditorium.
>And you shoot a couple into the air.
>Everyone runs, screaming in terror.
>You demand money. Right no-
>And you’re falling.
>The last thing you ever hear was the sound of a gunshot.
>Sweet dreams… baby.