As they line up, a tear rolls down his cheek as he thinks this is the last time he is going to see the sun rise over Summoners Rift. Wiping his face he looks around, making sure no one saw. A minion doesn't cry. A minion must be strong and be willing to sacrifice his life for the greater good of the Nexus. Thankfully his cloak covers his face and no one witnessed the little tear.
He recalled the day he got the letter in the mail. 'ALL MINIONS OLD ENOUGH TO HOLD A WEAPON MUST REPORT TO SUMMONERS RIFT IN ONE DAYS TIME. THOSE FOUND HIDING WILL BE SACRIFICED TO BARON NASHOR.' Reading that letter he knew it would be more honorable to die in battle than hide like a coward just to be found and fed to THAT beast.
"Number 1,400! Get in line you noob!" yelled the shop keeper. How the keeper of the shop became boss of the minions is unclear. The nervous minion started walking to his spot at the very end of the line.