Unofficial League of Legends Judgement for Dr. Mundo, the Madman of Zaun by VII
Date: Oct 7th 19, CLE
Candidate: Dr. Mundo
In the dimly lit room, his raging eyes radiate with a redness that is neither natural, nor magical.
The silence of the Halls is broken by the echo of loud, accelerated and heavy breathing. Patience seems to not be Dr. Mundo`s forte as, with every passing second, each muscle on his body becomes more and more tense, further tearing the rags covering his body. The salted smell of sweat begins to fill the air as his back doubles up in size, his body now looking as if it could explode any moment.
In his left hand he grips his by now trademark cleaver, a massive weapon of rusted iron commissioned especially for the one who is now known as the Madman of Zaun. Unknown to most, the primitive looking weapon has actually taken months to finish, being specially weighted and crafted, enabling him and only him to wield it to its full potential.
``MUNDO WAITS NO LONGER!`` he suddenly shouts and with a swift and mighty move he throws his weapon between the two closed doors before him. As soon as the weapon lands he starts running towards it in an almost playful manner, making loud slurping noises with every step.
Using the cleaver as a lever he forces the giant doors open and without hesitation, he leaps into the pitch black darkness within the room.
He finds himself in a massive pool of blood, warm, gurgling as if alive. The floor, the walls and the ceiling of the room are built by an array of corpses and carcasses. The stench of death fills the room and this very sight could make any man instantly go mad.
With the tip of his cleaver, the giant pokes the head of a nearby infant and giggles.
``Hee hee hee, he`s so squishie! Squish. Squish! SQUISH! Hee hee hee!``
``Enjoying yourself, Doctor?`` a voice asks. Almost instantly, the sound of the cleaver follows and then a brief *thuck!* as the speaker is hit.
``NO SNEAK UP ON MUNDO! Mundo shy.`` the Madman of Zaun shouts as he turns to face the corpse of the speaker but to his surprise, the man is still standing and smiling, even though he has a cleaver separating most of his head in two. With a simple bored gesture he removes the cleaver and throws it to the floor leaving a massive bleeding gap in his forehead. He is a middle aged hunchbacked man, with almost no hair remaining on what`s left of his head, wearing a homemade sweater, a pair of brown pants and a pair of army boots. A doctor`s white robe smeared with blood and chemicals covers his entire outfit.
``I hope you found that amusing, Doctor.`` he says with a bored and formal tone ``I did not.``
``Puny man still alive? MUNDO ANGRY!``
``Now now, Doctor. Please refrain yourself from finishing that statement with a –MUNDO SMASH!– because in this little room of ours, there are no secrets.`` the frail little man interrupted Mundo and then he pushed together the two halves of his head without the slightest show of emotion.
``No secrets?`` the purple behemoth asked looking at the blood on his cleaver.
``None whatsoever, Doctor. Here, it is simply impossible.`` he stated and finally smiled as the flesh on his forehead merged again leaving a small white scar.
``My, my, how does time fly.`` Dr. Mundo spoke in a different voice, much more similar to that of the man in front of him than his own ``It`s been almost a decade since I looked like you do. My hair. My eyes. Goodness, my hands! I entirely forgot I used to be anything but a 7 foot tall purple mountain… I assume this is a representation of all the people I`ve butchered, slain, mutilated and experimented on during the years.``
``Such low numbers. Just one tiny room. I tell you, it`s a wonder I got to where I am today with only such a small batch of test subjects over the years. Oh, and the failures… But what can one do when one is being hunted by the authorities…``
``Is this why you wish to join the League, Doctor? To evade the authorities?``
``The authorities couldn`t stop me now. The dosage I gave myself is too strong. They`d have to kill me to catch me and even a task such as that would require another with my own mentality. No, I require the League`s sanctuary because of another threat. A threat to me. And to you.``
``The Demacians. They pride themselves with their prowess in battle, the path of the soldier is everything for them. Sooner or later they will catch up to me and pry the secrets from my corpse. I cannot allow that insolent little brat, Jarvan to even dream of taking my gift.``
``And Noxus? And Zaun? Don`t tell me you`re not hiding from your allies as well, Doctor. As I said, there are no secrets here.``
``Then you are aware Noxus has no soldiers, just assassins. However, when serving Noxus and Zaun, no man truly dies. Sion was a great man and now… Now, he… My secret will die with me. My secret is my own, not Zaun`s!``
``And why would the League take you in?``
``Because of my second secret, of course. When my body transformed, my brain was supposed to turn to ash letting primal rage reign. It`s my second formula that allowed the brain within this body to remain stable and to grow as well. With the second formula, your mages will gain so much power. I already know I am accepted into the League. You need me more than I need you.``
``How does it feel to expose yourself after all this time, Docto-`` but before the man could finish the question his head was lobbed off by another throw of the cleaver.
``MUNDO SAYS YOU TALK TOO MUCH! LESS TALK, MORE PLAY!`` he slurped as he picked up his cleaver from the fallen corpse and then re-began to poke the infant`s body ``SQUISH! SQUISH! Hee! Hee!`` he went on but in his raging eyes something was different and his brutally stupid looking visage almost seemed content and thankful.