

It’s a typical sunny day at the LCS studios, fans waiting outside for a chance at spotting a glimpse of their favourite stars. The analysts sit at their desk, waiting for the plays to come. But today, something is off, something is not quite right with the usual ritual and rigmarole of LCS days.

The slim blonde sitting on stage for the upcoming Echo Fox game is familiar at first glance, his hair parted to the side and his red lips parted into a smile as he talks to his team. At first, you might think that he’s star European Henrik “Froggen” Hansen.

But wait, something’s not quite right!

As he loads into the game, there’s the tell-tale clue — the name Goldenglue under his playercam.

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as America and as timeless as Liquid vs. REN. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between EU and NA, and it lies between the pit of a missed smite and the sum of a player’s game knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area we call… The VISA ZONE.

Here’s a chilling tale: a young ADC found himself removed from the stage, put into hellish legal limbo as his immigration was questioned. They replaced him with marksman after marksman, looking for someone who could fill his shoes … but no one could. Finally, he got the call: “You’re ready to play.” He walked onto the stage, only to find his support’s chair empty: she had retired.

“There was finally time,” Freeze said, tears streaming down his face. “There was finally time to scrim.”

But was she ever there in the first place?

Wonder why NRG were late to the studio before their Saturday game this weekend? Wonder no more — their young jungler was shocked to spot a very small MonteCristo in a hanbok, hanging onto the side of their vehicle and sneering: “NRG will never make it internationally!” Moon turned to his teammates, shrieking: “He said all Korean teams are naturally superior!!” – only to find the rest of the team saw nothing at all…

Reginald sits by the windowsill, looking outside with tired eyes as he brainstorms ways to make TSM the best team in North America again. A knock at the door. He gets up and opens it, but sees only a box on the floor.

He brings it inside and opens it. It’s a black box, light and plastic, with a push-button unit and a folded piece of paper. “If you push the button, you will receive a beautiful athlete visa that cannot be questioned, but a team not from your region will lose in groups this year.” Reginald firmly pushes the button, and a man in a wide-brimmed hat, a black cowl, and a BRTT jersey storms into the room and takes the box. “Now, the button will pass on to another team – one that, I assure you, is not from your region.”

It was supposed to be a normal day for Diamondprox – farming, ganking, and not being deported. As he left his home on a lane like any other, probing questions began to question his right to continue farming and ganking among them.

“You are Russian,” they claim.

“No, no, I am peasant German like you,” he pleads.

With their pitchforks raised, they began to try and drive him out. From afar, the Koreans watch, laughing, realizing that they don’t need to destroy the West – the West will destroy itself.

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”The Four of Us Are Dying – A Team Liquid Story”

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“Five Origen Members in Search of an Exit”