@VermilionHopes Draven's focus group testing has been very clear, sugardoll, what the people think makes a mother is a pair of huge, jiggling, milk-leaking jugs.
And one out of one Dravens agree that she's got them.
Draven has an AI sending those DM's to everyone with a qualifying bust.
He doesn't even have to use an assistant for that anymore! They just have to tell him who replied.
@VermilionHopes And when it was all done,
they'd paint her so everyone could see what a π ππ§π€ πππ’ππ’π§π ππ¨ππ€-ππππ’ππ she really was.
@VermilionHopes πππ¦π ππ―ππ«.
The itemless ADC is converged on by the whole enemy team. She's used to run up their score -- a sow milked for KDA.
@BigBroEnergy Draven leans forward and snatches a hold of Darius's wrist, pinning down the hand still holding the glass. His eyes lock with his brother's.
"I'm sorry this happened to you. I know what it means."
He squeezes tight enough that his own hand trembles before leaving in a flash.
There's only one sign of warning and that's
"Where the hell is he!? Draven heard he's back! Is he in there? He's in there, isn't he!"
being shouted at the secretary before the door to Darius' office is kicked open by Draven with one arm in a cast.
@BigBroEnergy
@BigBroEnergy "Then take a drink. Hit the gym. Get your dick sucked. I don't care. Just get it together.
Because the way forward is /not/ putting your morals over /our/ safety."
Draven fills and drains a glass before standing.
@BigBroEnergy "Don't give me that look. You're not doing the 'I woulld nobly soulder this blame like a man'. This is big shit. This has con-se-quen-ces.
Somebody is going on the chopping block for this."
@BigBroEnergy "Fine. Whatever. Next plan. We find a patsy. Some high-ranker in the navy. Blame them.
Then we go kick Shurimans and occupy another city. Boom. Noxus still number one."
@BigBroEnergy "Brooooo. It's not. It's not and you need to be so for real right now.
If you're steady, you can keep the axe from falling one me. I can't do the same for you!"
He pours them both a glass.
"What the hell happened. Talk to me, bro."
@BigBroEnergy "Now they can blame both of us!" Draven does not stop at the desk. He circles it until reaching the cabinet and pulls out the second best bottle and two glasses.
"Should've let people blame Draven's instead of painting a target on your fucking back, bro!"
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