It occurred to Gabe tragically late that no matter how good your sponsors are, four is a bigger number than one. He decked the ADC before anyone else could even move, but Gabe had never punched anyone before, and ended up hurting his hand more than he hurt his opponent.
"That was a mistake," a voice came from behind him. Before he could find out who was attacking him, Gabe was dogpiled by the four punks.
A man whose shirt identified him as the jungler grabbed a bottle off the counter while the others held him down, "Drink up man. Welcome to the party."
"I'm only fourteen, I can't drink," Gabe offered.
"Then this'll be a fun experience for you," the jungler said as he poured the bottle down Gabe's throat.
Gabe spat out as much as he could and pushed his opponents off of him, "What was that stuff?"
"Grog of Substantial Whimsy. Crazy wizards make crazy brews," the mid laner said.
"What's it gonna do to him, you think?" the ADC asked, turning to a portly one that must have been the top laner.
"There are a thousand of those grogs, and they all do something different. I guess we'll have to wait and see," the top laner said.