The Ranks of Elo Hell

A parody of The Eagles’ Hotel California about League of Legends (property of Riot Games). The experience of being in Elo Hell, trapped in a seemingly endless sea of terrible teammates and griefers, deserves musical homage. This is a raw draft, with no accompanying pictures; I hope eventually to polish the singing, and supplement the music with pictures from the LoL community that capture the Elo Hell experience. Lyrics: Takin’ mid, goin’ solo, thirty seconds till “Minions Spawn“ Stoppin’ short of the river, I knew the slaughter would begin before long Up ahead in the fog of war, I saw my foe appear I blinked in shock and my fingers trembled: what is Panth doin’ here?! I called for a lane switch, surely Malphite can hold him just fine But he ignored my plea, and I thought, “Of course he won’t, it’s not his ass on the line“ Bottom’s overextending, and I type, “Pull away“ But no, they fall to the enemy jungle,