(Reed’s Playlist for the occasion: Say It Ain’t So by Weezer; Echoes by Set Your Goals)
Okay, bear with me on this. It’s SUPER DUPER EXTENDED METAPHOR HAPPY FUN TIME.
Also, if you don’t play League of Legends, I don’t think this post will appeal to you. I’m not going to be explaining terminology. (Sorry.)
Anyway, let’s dive in. I’ve been an ADC main for most of my time playing League, after a brief but memorable stint on Dr. Mundo (gotta love that ulti back in the days of Force of Nature). The first ADC I picked up was also the one destined to be my favorite: Shauna “Van Helsing” Vayne.
(I’d like to point out that, like a hipster, I played Vayne before DoubleLift made her popular.)
I love Vayne particularly because of her skill floor and skill cap – both fairly high. You have very little in the way of ranged poke, farming tools, or general harass. You have only one (conditional) hard CC move, and everything is centered around kiting with Tumble. From the moment I saw Phreak dodging lithely out of the way of a (super tilted) Jarvan in the champion spotlight, I knew I wanted to play her.
Ready for the metaphor?
Vayne actually reminds me a lot of why I like writing. A super powerful tool that can just as easily bring complete ruin when missteps or mistakes are made. Tumbling around is like taking a chance on an eccentric word choice – if you nail it, everyone goes ape-shit in the all chat when you get a penta, but if you mess up, you’re dead and enemy Xerath is spamming his dance over your body.
Vayne is the traditional hypercarry, with a slow start leading into an incredibly potent late game. She reminds me of my favorite fantasy books, like The Name of the Wind and The Stormlight Archives, which build gradually from simple beginnings to fiendishly complex plots and characters.
A great Vayne is like a great writer – always tumbling around, surprising you with new directions and plot twists, drawing the reader (the salty Tryndamere who can’t seem to land an auto on you) further and further down the path of the tale until eventually the book is over (and Tryndamere took the express train back to base).
Am I completely full of it? Probably. But that doesn’t mean it’s not fun to think about.