Olaf wakes up in one of the League beds. His head hurts from something but he doesn't know why. He just grumbles as he gets up and puts his famous classic attire on. He grabs his axes from the bin next to the door and heads out.

"Grr... My head..."

"Olaf! I am here to direct you to your new office."

Olaf looks at the summoner and grumbles once more as he follows the summoner. He is led to a neat office in the League institute. He enters to take a look at his surroundings. He gets a sudden pounding in his head that throws him into a fit of rage.

"RRAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

A summoner comes up and grabs the other one who led Olaf to his office.

"Get out of here now! I'll takeover..."

Olaf starts destroying the room with his axes, throwing them everywhere, flipping tables smashing windows, destroying desks and any shelves in sight. He hurls an axe towards the door where the two summoners are standing.

"HOLY MOTHER OF-"

The second summoner closed the door before the axe hit, though the blade of the axe can be seen as it is stuck in the door. He hangs a sign above the doorway and it says "Ask The Beserker Olaf at your own risk."

"Get out of here now... The fans are coming..."

The first summoner nods and rushes away fearing for his life. The second summoner stands up, Olaf still can be heard in a blood rage.

"How ya doin' in there Olaf?"

He opens the door just enough to poke his head in. Another axe is hurled and misses his face by an inch and hits the wall next to him.

"I'll give you another hour or so..."

The summoner sits down near the doorway. A reporter comes by to inspect the fiasco.

"Ahh, Olaf is not available at the moment... Who am I? I'm Mack von Lombardy, owner of a shop in Piltover and the new person to watch over Olaf. Once he's calmed down, I'll let you in."

Mack sighs as he pulls out a bottle of wine, uncorks and drinks.

((Hallo there... Old Brolaf left..... (god speed to him) and well now I have taken over. Please be kind as this is a weight upon my shoulders that I have willingly taken. I will try to be the best Olaf I can possibly be. Knowing Olaf being a beserker, I had to get a person to watch over him so I decided to get my character Mack to do it. He will be poking his head in and out sometimes. Anywho please enjoy yourself on this Ask Olaf thread and please be kind. Be PG-13 and all that rules and what not. Now who's ready to ask, Olaf's Urge to Kill is slowly getting lower and lower. Also, if you ask about Brolaf, he will just get a headache and not remember anything. Have fun))

After seeing the display of events, he calmfully knocks at the door.
"Olaf! I heard....and know you are in there! Is Permission granted for Summoner V. E. to enter your office?"

The door falls over, it could not handle the force of a simple knock with all the axes thrown at it. Olaf is sitting on a throne he made from the broken wood of the desks and some fur he was provided by his "caretaker". He sits there staring at the summoner.

"Grrr.... Come in."

He still sounds annoyed, but has calmed down for the most part.

Olaf,

WHAT'S YOUR BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS???

((God speed, bro.))

Ezreal appears at the door way, walking right through. Olaf's rage was nothing for him to fear, but he still kept his distance.

"Hey there Olaf. Been busy lately?" Ezreal chucles a bit, "Anyway I came by to learn more about your home. Perhaps Lokfar would be a prime spot for my next adventure."

((identity crisis!!!!))

Olaf chucks an axe at Ezreal.

"RAHHHHH! YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO CATCH AND KILL!!!"

Olaf stands from his throne ignoring the question for now.

Ezreal easily dodged the axe, "Still mad about that match? Or just how you can't hit me in general?"

Ezreal chucled again, "But seriously, about Lokfar..."

((Sorry, phone wont let me login to the right one I'll fix it later))