30 - The Worst Reunion
Would've been total upvote bait if it was just a regular 'LoL' strategy stream lolololol
1) Dodging Meteors
Most Diamond players probably know this, but surprisingly many don't, so here's the tip. Meteors hit dead center on stationary targets, but adjust their path to predict moving targets' direction. Use this against them: read the enemy's skill animation, forward-move then back-move to dodge.
But what's scary about NoName is she calculates the meteor rune skill cooldown and total damage formula per level every time the enemy levels up. Those weird moments in lane where she'd survive on 10-20 HP? All calculated. Whoa.
2) Lane Return Stone Turtle
At level 6, when lanes are perfectly even and XP is tied, junglers increasingly design herald-then-bot dives using ult differences (not below Diamond). If you push lane but recall awkwardly, soldiers get pulled toward enemy nexus, costing you the same as them even if your jungler takes herald from the opposite side.
But NoName deliberately pushes at 5, hunts the big stone turtle, then recalls—leaving two small stone turtles and one medium. Support recalls first, cleans the medium; NoName follows, eats bot lane on the way, wipes all four turtles without wasting pathing. Enemy dives? One melee minion (or ward XP for instant 6) lets you hit 6 and counter-dive. That's the mad movie where she solos a 4-man dive.
3) Asteria Poke Usage
NoName never explains Asteria strategies, so lots of guesswork on her runes. Brainstorming here.
NoName says: Asteria isn't about maxing bind rate. At the enemy's max range (skills + autos), poke alone wins obj teamfights. She never takes attack speed—increases AS but spikes bind rate too, so she prefers Conqueror or Grasp.
4) Nosiya Jungle Gank Check
New trick even for me; some pros knew it. In lane, no wards, gank timing possible but shoving hurts. Especially top. NoName does something insane: in a spot where gank = death, she spams "On My Way" pings toward likely jungle spots. Top bar shows movement distance—if enemy jungler on path, it jumps exactly +2m. Vibrates ±1, spikes to +2? Gank incoming—retreat. Sometimes fails, but succeeds plenty.
While Nami wrapped up her stream, she spotted Sia’s secret chat message.
Pyo Min-jun and Lee Mir. Other clanmates. Unlike Sia, who frequented the clan chat and felt familiar, these two were game addicts. Nami knew of them for ages but wasn’t close.
Nami considered ignoring Sia’s plea, but the earnest begging tugged at her heart.
A familiar summoning circle appeared underfoot. The bizarre sensation of her body being sucked in faded as her vision blacked out.
“Knew you'd come, Nami!”
The dome house held three clanmates huddled together. The burly Viking avatar was Pyo Min-jun; the refined noble one, Lee Mir.
Before Nami’s digital body fully loaded, Sia pounced.
“What’s this? You two gotten that close?”
Min-jun grumbled gruffly. Sia’s uncharacteristic antics irked him.
“You were on hiatus, so you missed it—we even collabed.”
“What? Collab?”
“Right, Nami?”
“Yeah.”
Min-jun’s face twisted at Sia’s brag. He stomped over and pinched Nami’s cheek hard.
“Be real— you’re no girl, right? Dropping the mute act now that we’re gone? Super suspicious cozying up to Sia.”
“Let go.”
“Hey, Pyo Min-jun! What the hell!”
Sia intervened; Min-jun backed off, hands up.
“C’mon, Mir-hyung, say something! We don’t even know her deets—what if she’s got bad intentions for Sia?!”
“When’d we ever meet face-to-face to form clan? It’s Sia’s call—you’re overreacting.”
“Ugh, so frustrating.”
Mir, meanwhile, hadn’t cared NoName was coming. His eyes widened slightly at first mention—that was it. He couldn’t fathom Min-jun’s fuss.
“You two are all flowerbrains. Forgot that streamer almost stalked already?”
Min-jun decided to take point: expose NoName thoroughly.
While queue spun, he whispered to Sia.
“Prove she’s a girl, I drop the doxxing. But if she lied about gender, full explanation needed—or clan kick.”
“Pfft, not a mini-game. Fine! How?”
“One question each.”
“If Nami’s a girl, ditch that caveman avatar for whatever I say!”
Sia loathed his macho look—time to force a bratty loli that pissed her off just looking.
“Delete bang? I ain’t scared. You’re in for mohawk biker.”
“Me first? Nami! Favorite food?”
“No deep thought. Just say what you normally think.”
Nami flustered at the sudden quiz; Sia’s add-on made it worse.
“Hachis Parmentier or Cordon Bleu?”
“Huh...?”
“Looks just like tonkatsu, right? Hmm, tricky...”
While Sia panicked, Min-jun googled: minced meat + mashed potatoes for hachis; cordon bleu = cheese tonkatsu. Tonkatsu? Guy food. Victory.
“You, favorite celeb?”
“Celeb? Dunno.”
“Famous person then. No hobbies?”
Just eats and LoL? Plausible for NoName. But Nami pondered and answered.
“Johannes Brahms.”
“Who?”
“Aha, pianist! Classic girl hobby!”
“Wtf Yoo Sia! NoName, you dodging weird? Name three Brahms pieces.”
“Hungarian Dance No. 5 in G minor, Alto Rhapsody, Song of Destiny.”
“Damn... But Brahms? Classics ain’t gendered. Not enough.”
Sia ignored Min-jun’s bullshit, next question.
“Nami, worn a uniform? Where’s the buttons—left or right?”
“Left, I think.”
“Buttons prove gender?”
“Didn’t know? Most school uniforms differ: guys right, girls left.”
“Stretch?”
“Nope. Unisex’d be all right; left buttons only girl uniforms.”
“Testing me?”
Nami glared sharply. Sia hugged tight to soothe.
“Minjun-oppa keeps saying you’re a guy! Believe now?”
“Kids, stop fighting—4-man queue ain’t popping. Add one more, 5-stack.”
Mir mediated as voices rose, but only Nami agreed.
Amid Sia and Min-jun’s dog-cat yapping, Nami checked friends.
“I’ll invite.”
“Thanks, NoName-ssi.”
Min-jun still wouldn’t concede defeat.
“You two scripted?”
“Pathetic, Minjun-oppa! Had 200 more questions anyway? One more? Nami, bra size?”
Sia now tossed pervy ones shamelessly. Girl wouldn’t say B-cup plain; Sia wanted 75C, 80B precise.
But Nami’s answer stunned everyone.
“This makes no sense! Others ain’t even started semester, we’re a month in!”
“At least clinicals ended last week—breathing room.”
“You won’t get it. Don’t even try!”
“Drama queen.”
“Anyway, PC bang? You been?”
“Wtf, I game plenty.”
“What?”
“LoL.”
“Rank?”
“Gold. Silver now.”
“You’ve got a human side! Wait... Gold makes you more normie-ragey. Normies cap at Diamond anyway.”
LoL favored the neurotically twisted. Jun-ho thought so.
“PC bang. Got time today.”
“For real? Almost感動ed seeing Cheon Se-min game.”
“Keep it up, I bail.”
Se-min rarely entered capsules post-summer—busy schedule, but really no reason.
That cryptic NoName message. No logins since; Se-min’s searches futile. Teased? Hospital chart blank ‘NoName’; no one knew whereabouts. Ma Beom-il dodged questions—no begging viable.
What’d he need saving from? How “fine”? No contact irked Se-min.
“Solo queue duos now. Skip norms, straight solo?”
“Wait, too long off—no patch notes.”
“Me neither. Adapt on fly. What?! My account banned!”
“Prolly reported to hell by netkama for harass.”
“Infuriating! Diamond girls? Common sense... Ugh, new account takes forever. Queue solo first.”
“Huh...?”
Se-min froze at the client invite.
> [Invite from NoName - Fields of Valhalla · Free · 5v5]
> [Accept / Decline]
Auto-accept; eyes locked.
> [TryHardNoAnger has accepted the invite]
The long-sought NoName. After 8 months, the kid leaned against the dome wall.
“I don’t wear a bra?”