The Chaldea chefs had just barely kept up with demand for snacks throughout the Masterization debate. The Master in question, after about 30 minutes of searching for ley lines and another 30 minutes of cursing out someone named Sion for hacking into the Olympic Channel broadcast from a couple dimensions over and clearly jinxing him, had settled down with regular popcorn deliveries.
But with the sands warming up, the ragtag assortment of Servants seemed to have reached a decision. "Atalanta," a voice shouted. "My fellows have honored me with Masterization! Let's go!"
Atalanta turned to the Master, holding out a hand. With a resigned sigh, he handed her his half-full bag of popcorn and rolled up his sleeves. Dusting his hands off on his trousers, he warily crossed the sands to Berserker.
Berserker for his part watched the Master's approach with fiery glee. The other Servants stepped back to give the pair room when the Master stopped several feet away. Holding his Golden Apple in his left palm, Berserker closed the gap and reached out with his other hand for the Master's hand, adorned with three Command Spells. Their right hands clasped over the Golden Apple, and a jolt rippled through the fifteen participants. Berserker closed his eyes, acclimating the to the new power at his fingertips.
He opened his eyes, meeting those of the Master. Berserker's eyes seemed to have taken on a new calculating glint. Then, with no warning, he lunged forward as the crowd gasped.
Have retired for good; Life is too busy to have time or energy for mafia. It was fun~
Berserker manhandled the Master into a rough embrace, nearly knocking the wind out of the slight figure. "We are going to do great things here for the forces of good!" Berserker boomed. "A mere athletic contest this may be, but we will compete with valor. No tricks!"
Atalanta settled back in the throne she'd conjured for herself in the long hours of...spirited...debate. "Very well, the Master has been assigned, for whatever good he might provide you. And it doesn't seem that you're inclined to use his power to corrupt my Festival. You may continue. Start demonstrating your prowess before I turn the microphone over to Nero here for a halftime show." She scowled as Nero perked up. "Demonstrate it quickly."
And with that, the games were afoot. Victory was a distant goalpost, but some judicious leveling of the the playing field was ripe for the plucking.
Berserker roared in glee, making the Master jump. "Let's see what you can do here, Master! We're going to have fun with this power, eh? Time to sort out the worthy from the unworthy."
"Just so there aren't any harems. Or Nobus. Anything else, happy to help and get this Singularity moving..." the Master muttered. "Or violent computer programs...yeah, I'll take this Festival. Have at it, Berserker."
Have retired for good; Life is too busy to have time or energy for mafia. It was fun~
Day one begins! With 14 players alive, it will take 8 votes to burn a servant. Note that as per the town master rules, this day has two eliminations, but a shared deadline of ten days.
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Have retired for good; Life is too busy to have time or energy for mafia. It was fun~
I actually felt better the moment I saw the flavor. I knew then that it had to be a troll and things were going to be all right. Too ominous. I'm on to the mod team's tricks.
I got lazy and just didn't give full consideration to what caster was saying because I felt like this was happening no matter what and the game was falling into an apathetic state
So I kind of just rolled with it hoping I was right
I shouldn't have done it and I feel terrible for freezing out my townread here
I logged on, was catching up - saw this post, and decided I needed to just avoid the thread during twilight because I did not want to deal with Caster telling me how wrong I was. And immediately started dreading having to defend myself start of Day 1
I got lazy and just didn't give full consideration to what caster was saying because I felt like this was happening no matter what and the game was falling into an apathetic state
So I kind of just rolled with it hoping I was right
I shouldn't have done it and I feel terrible for freezing out my townread here
I agree, Lancer's felt kind of meh. Not enough to wagon there but enough for a firm scolding and a demand they bring me scum.
I wasn't a huge fan of Saber's initial post either, it felt like it was explicitly avoiding the elephant in the room while simultaneously feeling obligated to post.
My power only cares about whether the person I intend to find the alignment of is scum or not. It can't be tricked as far as I know but I can ask. However the way I use it now changes drastically without being the master and I cannot reveal why because there is counterplay.
what am I being scolded for