Nothing to do with trademarks, but i wanted to share an amusing story : the story of my last game.
It all starts in Solo/duo queue (ranked), with people making difficult choices while picking their champions. One of us is disgruntled though : he wants Top or Jungle, and nothing else, alas, he is also the last one to pick.
Irritated by his lack of choice, he decides to select Twisted Fate, with spells like "Revive" and the like, stating outright in the chat "I will troll".
Alarmed by this grim turn of even, your servant panics a bit and in a flash of madness - or is it genius ? - decides to take his strongest champion, his beloved Tristana, even though the team already features a long-ranged warrior, with young and fierce Ashe, archer of Frost.
Then the Tragedy : at the last second, Twisted Fate is replaced by the Starchild, and it is too late to change my choice. Hear as the crowd shouts for my head ! "Report ! Report !" the Pirate goes. "All is but lost !" Another laments.
Pleading for mercy, I still hope that this misfortune won't be fatal : I know that the Jungles are now tamed somewhat - maybe young Tristana can go there after getting some experience, and rain down death and ambushes on my enemies ?
The battle starts, and as i join the rugged sailor on the north front, i try to calm down my peers, earning only a uncomfortable silence.
Eager for redemption, i take it upon me not to be a dead weight, and begin to damage considerably the weak and helpless Akali ; Two on one is not very fair, but it is certainly effective, and soon she hangs to life only by a thread, learning caution in the process, as she licks her wounds under the nearest tower.
As we route her once again, i notice my companion's signs : he points me at a foe trying to flank us, some sort of blind martial artist, dressed as a monk. With the ninja lady almost done for, we both converge on the blind fool, killing him outright, and then her, as she tries desperately to help.
Now armed with the crest of the Elder Lizard, i am far more efficient. As the pair of scoundrels face us in the open, fire is promptly opened on them and they suffer greatly, dying after a while, once and again. The path is now open, and the first tower falls.
The north front is secured, and i am now cheered by my companions ! "Hope has been revived !" they say.
The rest of the tale is just a flurry of heroic deeds. Giant birds made of ice are involved. I will not bore you with the details, suffice to say that the battle was won.
Young Tristana wore her pirate hat that day. An ironic wink of Fate, i say.