[Listen, dear members, thanks to our latest addition, there are enough members present to implement a change. A change one particular user desperately wants...
*Phooee!*
Now, members can change their name from their drab titles to ones they actually want, whether it be their real names or new nicknames (please make it appropriate for our audiences...)
Also, for the member with the most participation in adventures, [Prissy Loser], as a reward for his many dashing rescues, he shall receive a...
*Drum roll*...
Invitation to the Multiversal Chat Room!]
Gasping at the implication, the group began chattering, some congratulating him, others wanting to wheedle it away from him...
[Gacha Girl: Hey, if you give me the ticket, I'll let you have Mash wear that puffball bikini for you as– AWCHS×■♤£&÷...]
(A certain degenerate of a master is currently getting throttled by a certain eggplant, fire spitting out...)
[Spin User: Nyohyohyohyo! Oi, brother, give me the ticket, and I'll trade you the Saint parts. Johnny wants to join, cause he thinks it'll make him go back to zero...]
Meanwhile, Shinji, grabbing ahold of the ticket, contemplates on who he should give it to, twirling it around his fingers as he goes through the possible candidates...
Aozaki Touko – Nah, that old hag would rip me off with only ten fucking dolls. I mean, c'mon, even the Imperium can give a fat better deal than that bitch!
Sakura – I do owe her a lot... Plus, I think it'd be nice for her to communicate with people other than here. The amount of bunkers this city has now is ridiculous (thanks to the constant 'gas explosion' excuse – I mean, this city ain't sitting on no gas field or something, they should grow a brain!)
Tohsaka Rin – With the financial knowledge of an amoeba, she'd be ranked in neck-high debt in no time, and I do not want to be owed a debt by that airport of a bimbo!
Waver Velvet – He does need a time-off anyways – poor sod looks almost fifty at the age of 30...
Zelretch – Nah man, I'd be cussed at for an eternity
What to do, what to do...
"Big brother, school's about to start! You're gonna be late again!"
Oh right, if I'm late, that spinster of a woman won't let me have the end of her nagging. I mean, as the heir of a yakuza, can't she just kidnap or groom herself a husband (a certain 30-year-old gnashing her teeth, pissed at someone for ruining her 'Grooming-a-young-Shirou-as-husband plan')
Shrugging his shoulders, he hoisted his bag, before going down the stairs to school (despite holding 10 different PhDs in various fields, including Quantum mechanics)
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Late at night, when the chirping of birds had ended, and the mewling of cats was all that remained, an ancient ritual was being carried out underneath the basement of the old Matou house.
In the centre of the floor is a large red circle, surrounded by mystical artifacts of all sizes. Under the eyes of her kind grandfather, Sakura took a deep breath, before uttering the mystical words to invoke the sacred ritual...
"Silver and iron to the origin..."