Na'Vi After TI4: The Re-imagining

>Na'Vi places 5th at TI4. This was the first time Dendi isn't in a TI Final.
The ghost of his father haunts him as he drowns his sorry ass in Slav liquor.
He begins wearing track pants and squatting up to that fateful day.
Years have passed since fangirls gave their bodies to him.
No matter how much vodka is drank, he still can't forget about DotA.



>One day, Dendi was squatting next to Soviet-era projects.
He looks up to the heavens in despair, as a voice echoes out.

	"I'm here comrade."

Dendi focused his attention and realized that the sound came from behind.
It was Dmitriy Kupriyanov, the DotA player called Light of Heaven.
Dendi shifted his view to him as the old friend went towards his direction.
He walks up to the depressed prodigy with unknown confidence.
The Indigo child stares at Dendi. Dendi replies.

	"It's impossible Dmitriy, we can't beat the Chinks this time!"

LighTofHeaveN squats down to the harsh Soviet-bloc earth.
He places his hand on Dendi's shoulder with these words:

	"He's back brother."



>Dendi looks at LighTofHeaveN with a puzzled expression.
Dmitriy pointed across him as Dendi narrowed his eyes over the horizon.

	"It can't be..."

Dendi muttered to himself while a silhouette appears in the distance.
The figure is crowned in the sun. His small frame radiant in the light.
As the figure approaches, the perfect Slavic bowl-cut blocks out the sunshine.

	"It is, comrade." The figure proclaimed.

	"No, this is a trick."
	"Y-you left us." said Dendi, confused by the current situation.

The one man still standing finally squats, reuniting the three Chink-slayers.
It was Ivan Antonov, a retired veteran better known as Artstyle.
He then stares deep into Dendi's eyes.

	"I never left." Ivan assured.



>Tears begin to stream down Dendi's face as he cries out.

	"How can we beat China without-"

Dendi's voice is cut off by the sound of an ancient Russian van.
Out steps the remaining members of DTS, with everyone also wearing track pants.
They all lined up in front of Dendi in a unique way only known in their country.

	"We're gonna make it!" The members voiced out in unison.
	"We're all gonna make it." Ivan added.

Artstyle begins to rise to his feet uttering those words.
Dendi couldn't control his emotions as he embraces Ivan, sobbing in joy.

	"Y-you too man!" Dendi cried.



>Thus the Chink-slayers reunite once again.
The last hope of DotA and the world itself shines through the land of track-suits and vodka.
However, a great evil secretly conspires to end non-Chink DotA forever...