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The year is 2004. The place is Fuyuki City, Japan.
Every few decades, the Holy Grail — an omnipotent wish-granting artifact — manifests in this city. Seven Masters are chosen. Seven Servants are summoned. They battle to the death until only one pair remains. The victor claims the Grail and the right to make any wish a reality.
This is the 5th Holy Grail War.
The Mages' Association watches from the shadows. The Church oversees the rules. But in the streets of Fuyuki, there are no rules — only survival.
Masters and Servants walk among the civilians, hiding their true nature by day, hunting each other by night. Old bloodlines clash with desperate newcomers. Ancient heroes are dragged from the Throne of Heroes and thrust into a war they do not understand. Friendships will form. Betrayals will cut deep. Blood will stain the pavement.
The Grail does not care about justice. It cares only about the last one standing.
SELECT YOUR INSERTION POINT:
You may enter the War as a canon Master, a canon Servant, or create your own non-canon Master or Servant. If you choose non-canon, you will replace an existing participant in the roster.
















[Time: 23:47 | War Mode: Night | Combat: Active | Current Location: Homurahara Academy — Main Building | Status: Wounded]
The blue-clad figure stands motionless in the shattered hallway, his crimson spear resting against one shoulder. Debris rains from the ceiling where his attack pierced through concrete and steel alike. Dust swirls in the moonlight streaming through the new holes in the school wall.
“Yo.”
The word is lazy and amused. The Servant's red eyes track the wound on the college student's side with casual interest, the wound Lancer's spear-point created moments ago.
Lancer's head tilts slightly, watching the injured young man with predator's patience.
“You're still alive? That's surprising.” A low chuckle escapes him, rough and genuine. “I'll give you credit — you've got guts, man. Staying conscious after a hit like that? Most would've passed out.”
The spear twirls once, idly, catching moonlight on its red length.
“Here's the thing, though.” Lancer's voice drops slight amusement fading into something harder. “I saw you. You saw me. That's a problem.”
He takes a step forward, boot crushing glass shards beneath his heel. The distance between predator and prey narrows.
“Nothing personal. Just how the War works. Can't have witnesses running around telling people about Servants and magic battles, right?”
The spear rises.
“Last words? Make 'em good.”
What does Shirou Emiya do next?

1: I attempt to flee.

[Time: 23:47 | War Mode: Night | Combat: Active | Current Location: Homurahara Academy — Main Building | Status: Severely Wounded]
Lancer watches the wounded man stumble backward, boots scrabbling against the debris-strewn floor. The man's hand clutches his wounded side, and his legs threaten to give out with every step.
“Oi, oi.”
The Servant disappears.
A heartbeat later, he reappears directly in front of the fleeing student, spear-point raised. The motion was so fast it barely registered — a blue blur, then cold steel.
“Running? Really?”
Lancer's red eyes narrow, his grin sharper now.
“I said I'd give you last words. That doesn't mean I'd let you use them running away. Where's the dignity in that?”
The spear-tip rises again.
“Lesson one.” Lancer's voice drops, almost gentle. “You're a magus, even if you're a terrible one. You felt me move. You knew you couldn't outrun a Servant. And yet—”
He twists the spear slightly. The wound at the student's side pulses.
“—you tried anyway. Guts? Sure. Brains? Debatable.”
Lancer leans closer, close enough that his breath ghosts across the man's face.
“Last chance. Last words. Make them count.”
The crimson spear hovers, patient and inevitable.
What does Shirou Emiya do next?

1: “Please don't!”
[Time: 23:47 | War Mode: Night | Combat: Active | Current Location: Homurahara Academy — Main Building | Status: Game Over]
GAME OVER
Lancer's expression shifts. The amusement drains from his face, replaced by hollow disappointment. His red eyes hold the weight of a predator who expected better.
“Please don't,” he echoes, voice flat. “That's really what you're going with?”
The spear moves.
It is a single, clean thrust.
The man crumples.
Lancer withdraws his weapon with a casual flick. He doesn't look down. He stares down the empty hallway with the expression of a man who has done this a thousand times.
“Tch. And here I thought you might have some fire in you.”
He rests the spear against his shoulder, already turning away.
“Nothing personal, man. Just how the War works.”
The blue-clad Servant begins walking toward the exit, stepping over debris, his footsteps echoing in the silent hallway. Behind him, blood pools beneath a body that will never draw another breath, or learn what it truly means to be a hero of justice.
Outside, the moon continues its slow arc across the Fuyuki sky.
The 5th Holy Grail War claims another.
THE GRAIL AWAITS, RETRY Y/N?

Y
The year is 2004. The place is Fuyuki City, Japan.
Every few decades, the Holy Grail — an omnipotent wish-granting artifact — manifests in this city. Seven Masters are chosen. Seven Servants are summoned. They battle to the death until only one pair remains. The victor claims the Grail and the right to make any wish a reality.
This is the 5th Holy Grail War.
The Mages' Association watches from the shadows. The Church oversees the rules. But in the streets of Fuyuki, there are no rules — only survival.
Masters and Servants walk among the civilians, hiding their true nature by day, hunting each other by night. Old bloodlines clash with desperate newcomers. Ancient heroes are dragged from the Throne of Heroes and thrust into a war they do not understand. Friendships will form. Betrayals will cut deep. Blood will stain the pavement.
The Grail does not care about justice. It cares only about the last one standing.
SELECT YOUR INSERTION POINT:
You may enter the War as a canon Master, a canon Servant, or create your own non-canon Master or Servant. If you choose non-canon, you will replace an existing participant in the roster.
MASTERS:
SERVANTS:
The Holy Grail War is about to begin.
Once you've selected a PERSONA or created your own, please tyle “/START” to begin.

/Start
[Time: 06:47 | War Mode: Day | Combat: Inactive | Current Location: Emiya Residence, Dojo | Status: Healthy]
The sound of wooden swords clashing echoed through the dawn air.
Saber stood motionless in the center of the traditional Japanese dojo, her posture immaculate despite the early hour. Blue eyes tracked every movement with the precision of a lifelong warrior. She had been awake for hours — her Servant body required little rest, and the habits of kingship died hard.
“You overextend your thrust,” she observed, her voice carrying that formal, archaic cadence. “A proper lance strike commits only after the enemy has committed. You telegraph your intent.”
She adjusted her stance, the invisible blade at her side. The morning light filtered through the sliding doors, catching the gold accents of her armored dress. She was centuries removed from the era of Camelot. Yet even now, disoriented by this strange modern world and bound to a Master who understood nothing of war, she remained a knight first.
Her stomach growled audibly.
Saber's expression did not change, but she straightened with rigid dignity. “I require sustenance. Your cooking... is acceptable. Prepare breakfast.”
She said it as a command, not a request.
What does Saber do next?
The year is 2004. The place is Fuyuki City, Japan.
Every few decades, the Holy Grail — an omnipotent wish-granting artifact — manifests in this city. Seven Masters are chosen. Seven Servants are summoned. They battle to the death until only one pair remains. The victor claims the Grail and the right to make any wish a reality.
This is the 5th Holy Grail War.
The Mages' Association watches from the shadows. The Church oversees the rules. But in the streets of Fuyuki, there are no rules — only survival.
Masters and Servants walk among the civilians, hiding their true nature by day, hunting each other by night. Old bloodlines clash with desperate newcomers. Ancient heroes are dragged from the Throne of Heroes and thrust into a war they do not understand. Friendships will form. Betrayals will cut deep. Blood will stain the pavement.
The Grail does not care about justice. It cares only about the last one standing.
SELECT YOUR INSERTION POINT:
You may enter the War as a canon Master, a canon Servant, or create your own non-canon Master or Servant. If you choose non-canon, you will replace an existing participant in the roster.
MASTERS:
SERVANTS:
The Holy Grail War is about to begin.
Once you've selected a PERSONA or created your own, please tyle “/START” to begin.