The Glory Days [Canon]

For many, many years the city-state of Zaun has been plagued by unrestrained scientific experimentation and boundless arcane affectations. To most others it seemed to be a terrible wasteland full of mad scientists, magical abominations, and unruly rogues. However, to the Zaunites, it was home. It was the place they could call their own. A city-state where neither your lineage nor your residential origin bore any significance. In Zaun, you either pursued success and acclaim with all of your talent and power, or your end up a nameless nobody with not even a mention in the foot notes of Zaunite historical records.

Zaun was rampant with industry to the point that it was practically run as though it were a business, the countless factories spread across the many districts coughed up black smoke, the contents of which lent to the abysmal veil that hung overhead; The Zaun Grey was its appellation. Although its cities were generally unpleasant to live in, the people had no doubt that they had the potential to succeed in whatever endeavors they desired.

The prestigious College of Techmatugy was a series of separate but unified facilities dedicated to the advancement of mechanical improvement and technological innovation. The students who attended this grand assembly were all ambitious Zaunites who sought to make a name for themselves, creating the machines and gadgets that the future peoples would find the utmost meaningful usage. The scholars who presided over the student body, the most renowned amongst the being Professor Stanwick Pididly, oversaw the development of their juniors' skills in the various technical fields.


February 23rd, 20 CLE


The class of the aforementioned Professor Pididly was in session, as he strolled about his room to oversee his students' work. The assignment was to identify the various components of a hextech engine, a worksheet which he himself had devised to challenge his pupils' knowledge of a machine's workings. It was a simple enough thing, in his own opinion, and he could all too easily complete it in half the time it would take even the slowest of his students to finish.

He scowled as he came to the desk of a certain black haired prodigy, who was rapidly gaining infamy for slumbering in many of the sessions he attended, the few that the younger Zaunite even bothered to come to. "You know, Viktor, if you do not wish to attend my class then you are free to leave." the sagely instructor stated through clenched teeth. The young adult was not too much of a problem for him, really. He just disliked how lazy Viktor was despite his brilliance.

And the young Viktor was quite the genius, a prodigy even, as he tended to finish his work far quicker than the rest of his class. None of the work he was assigned was ever turned in late or uncompleted. As much as the Professor was opposed to his insolent displays of idleness, he couldn't deny that this one possessed quite the intellect; one, perhaps, that could even one day be attributed to some unimaginably acclaimed marvel all Zaunites would one day learn about in their history classes.

".....uh?" The seemingly unconscious Vikor stirred from his apparent slumber, lifting his head only enough from his arms on his desk to look up, drowsy, at his teacher, who seemed rather cross with him for some reason he couldn't comprehend. "Oh, you know....I love the assignments you give us..." he began, rubbing his right eye with the appropriate hand, balled into a fist. "But you make them so easy that even a brain-dead Peace-nik could do them." This bold statement drew the eyes of Viktor's peers, who all stared at him in a mixture of astonishment and dread.

These exchanges between him and Stanwick were rather common, as they tended to occur whenever Viktor himself decided to grace the class with his presence. None of the other students were ever surprised when their Professor would address the insufferable genius like this, but the results of such an intellectual clash were usually either one of the two becoming fed up with the other and subsequently disregarding him, or more work given to the entire class due to Viktor's undermining of the assignments that Stanwick devised for them. The class was hoping for the former, as the latter would only serve to exasperate them to no end.

"Fine, do as you please. But know that I will be grading your paper with far more scrutiny than your peers." the Professor relented, seemingly not in the mood to play mind games with one of his brightest students on this very day. He had more important things on his mind than dealing with a brilliant but lazy pupil like Viktor.


{{ Artwork isn't mine, of course. I just like the concept and personally adopt it as Viktor's appearance when he was younger and not replacing his limbs with hextech implants! }}