RAHHH. I feel like such a strong tomato when I play Neeko support. Nothing beats the satisfaction of landing a two man tangle-barb. Nothing beats its more... except for maybe my late father. Growing up low income, and being the only child in our home, I often found myself being the center of attention, and the center of action. The action however, typically involved my father beating be bloody, in a drunken rage. My father was an alcoholic, and no matter how many times my mother screamed at him to get off me, he always vowed the following morning that he would never drink again, only to go to the local bar that same night and chug Budweiser. My mom was no pretty picture either. She found herself turning to drugs in order to escape the horrors of our home life and poverty. She took a liking to methamphetamine, and would go week long meth binges. I found myself going hungry most nights, as my mother and father spent a majority of their income on drugs and booze. I found a safe haven in a little game called League of Legends, which distracted from everything around me. I found love in a little champion called Neeko. I still remember the days where I would sing to myself while playing her, and stick my tongue through the hole my missing teeth created, a result of my fathers many beatings. I played League day and night, my parents had pulled me out of school and had me working on the streets to fund their substance abuse, so when I wasn't doing that, I was playing League. Neeko became a comfort character for me, and I even made my own Neeko stuffed toy from scraps of fabric I found in the dumpster behind the fabric store around the block. I would hug her at night and let her comfort my gentle sobs. I typically played Neeko in the support role, and this guide just brought back so many memories. I want to thank you for this and I support you in hating God's ugliest yordle... Lulu. I HATE LULU. When I play against Lulu it makes me miss my father's beatings. Her polymorph makes my fathers knuckles seem like pillows gently brushing across my face. Anyways I really appreciate the guide!

Much love, sackattackxx

hmmmm, to start, let me just say that i am impressed! NOT!!!! my dad works for riot and based neeko off of me, his only son. i am very dissapointed, this guide is tarnishing me and my character. Zhonya's, really, REALLY, are you that squishy and bad do you even know the story for how my dad came up with neeko? no? i figured as much. you're such a poser. but since i'm already gracing you with my regal presence, I'll tell you my origin story. Ever since I was a little boy, I wanted nothing more to be a lizard. Their reptilian features, their long succulent tails, their adorable, humongous, bulging baby eyes. On more than one occasion, my dad found me duct taped to the ceiling in my bedroom, attempting to crawl on the walls like my retilian heroes could. I began training rigorously day in, day out in order to achieve the strength required to be a lizard as was my dream. I became the town hero, crawling from walls and shooting sticky sap at civilians to keep them energized and healthy, something that real lizards can, but i bet you didn't know that, you poser. One day however, I took this one step to far, and it was the very cause of my downfall. i was in class, and my secret identity wasn't revealed yet. My arch nemesis, the class bully, Terry, scared me on purpose. But he didn't know who I was. I reached for my tape and began to paw at him and tear him apart. But before i relaized, he had resorted to underhanded tactics. He hit me with her devious and popular "Terry Knuckle Sandwich" and knocked me out. He then proceeded to kick in both of my knee caps, which is the one part of a lizard's body they cannot regenerate. Now that he had done that, he has ruined my life progress, to become a lizard. My dad gave me this glimmer of hope. He gifted me this gem to help me recover from my trauma. my very own character in his game, which i have literally been playing since the day i was born, i was born on the release date, or rather, they released in honor of my birth. So next time you write one of your scummy, garbage pieces of writing about me and my character, think about who you're messing with. >:(