A War Of Fiction

Each Servant has 3 health points. Losing a battle results in losing a health point. Battles occur via polls. If a poll ends in a difference of under 5%, if will be considered a tie. In case of a tie, all Servants part of the tie come out unscathed. There are two types of battles : 1-on-1 and Free for alls.

Ambushes give the ambushed a 1% disadvantage.

Each Servant has at least four passive skill.

Each team possesses three command seals at the start. You can either use one to heal a health point, or you can use all three to unleash the Noble Phantasm.

You are allowed, and even encouraged to communicate with the Servants.

Well, let’s say it’s funny that Layton had been summoned as the ruler for this game.

[The bellow is me attempting to contextualize why everyone can vote on every poll, and what we are as a group.]

You see, we here had set up a game ourselves… How much could we control the end result of a grail tournament… It’s the kind of thing you’d either end up planning 10 drinks deep at a pub on the downtown of Rook City, or after 10 years of planning in the Ruins of Atlantis… I’m not exactly sure which it is. I know we had set up all the summons to be fictional, and I had chosen to go meet the Ruler to make up for the fact that “A. I was late to all summoning rituals” and “B. I still have this impossible ticket”

[Rook City is a city in Sentinels of The Multiverse, meanwhile I heavily doubt we are there right now.]

And I have doubts he knows yet… So, why not enjoy some fun time before I have to start acting harder, because I’m not sure if this is a stage play for the Grail, or some weird attempt to subvert it.

As that last thought crosses your mind, you get a chill. Hopefully it’s just the air conditioning blowing too hard.

“Very well Masters, what do you want to know?”

“Ugh, fine, I’ll do it, but you’re all coming with me.”

He’s on the rooftop, grimly looking over the city.

You ask her what she meant by “Weirdest Servant of this Holy Grail War”

“I mean, I’m a machine, I was double summoned, and I’ve never had one of my Noble Phantasm.”

*Free for all

He kicks a chair (rip to the chair) before sitting on the floor, spear resting against his shoulder.

“Fine, ask whatever you want.”

You find yourselves in the shopping mall.

“Alright Masters, you decide what to buy!”

“Very well Masters, what do you want to train?”

You find Caster smoking, as always.

“If you’d like, I could offer some strategy tips. I’ve observed the Servants fight.”

That’s invaluable information, and analysing it could yield some great results.

“As a reward for the new clothes, I’ll let you decide what to do today.”

Is it Christmas? No, but it feels like it is. She will fully obey no matter what.