((The rules are simple.... THERE ARE NO RULES! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHanyway, There is no lore in here, all lore is to be made up on the spot, as you type. You have a certain responsibility not to make it stupid, got that?! Champions are reserved for those who run the Ask Champions, though permission can be given if you ask them.
All technology has been accelerated. Ezreal is now Pulsefire.... as well as the rest of Piltover. As well as Fizz and everyone else. IF they want to be. It's SPACE. Go nuts.))
It is the year 25.5/Microsoft/Vista4. Runeterra is no longer a planet, torn asunder from magical abuse....... but The League, as always, had a backup plan.
A Flying Station. A "Space Station," they called it. Something that could sustain itself no matter where it went. It was something so scary, the populace was too hesitant to use it.... and then another volcano exploded and everyone got in the spaceship.
As usual, the League was in control of things. Literally, this time. At the very center of New Runeterra was the Institute, and at the front of that, the Bridge. Branching from the center, each and every single Nation and City-state had their own section of the Space Station: Demacia sit on one side, Noxus at the very opposite, Cold Freljord up top, Ionia over on the east (wherever east was...), everything is here, the Space Station is big enough to accommodate. Truly, a marvel for the stars.
They float on now, ready for whatever dangers lie ahead.