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Berserker Totally-Saber Emperor Norton


But let thy eyes be clouded by chaos.
Thou who art trapped in a cage of madness...


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Such is what could have been expected to be heard. The standard greeting/confirmation was meaningless to the Berserker class, and no Master of previous Grail Wars had provided records of chatting pleasantly with a Berserker, to say the least.

"What dismal wheeze of a walking stick is this?"

Sleek with muscle and heroic sinew telling of hard-fought conquests and victories, shining with otherworldly power and grace...that was not what Lord Stirner had summoned. As the light of summoning a Heroic Spirit into a Servant container, a miracle in and of itself, faded, there was a somewhat portly gentleman with an 1800s Navy uniform, an umbrella in one hand, a peacock feather tucked into his top hat, and a truly rich set of facial hair.

A mustache brimming with vigor! A beard that spoke of...of... the Servant had already picked up his Master's crutch, and was curiously turning it over in his hands with a frown. Stroking his beard, the man scrutinized the crutch, poking it a few times, then shaking it as if expecting it to suddenly reveal some secret majesty. Then his eyes lit up, the completely mistaken brilliant Emperor's insight cluing him to the- oh no nevermind, he'd snapped it into three pieces. One stayed in each hand, while the third whirled through the air, bonked off the ceiling, and landed on the bed.

...

"Sorry, lad! That was yours, wasn't it? I've gone and broke the silly thing. Not as sturdy as they used to make them, are they? Here!" It was only fair he provide suitable replacement until something more fitting could be used, so the even-minded Emperor didn't hesitate to offer his umbrella, which his Master's sight could probably recognize as linked to his Noble Phantasm. "Oh, yes, proceedings! Servant..." The portly gentleman patted himself down as if trying to remember where he'd put his keys, before his eyes zeroed in on his umbrella, knowing of the sword it concealed. "Saber! Emperor of the United States, Norton the First!" He wasn't trying to deceive his Master, which would be pointless anyway, but since the Emperor was clearly perfectly sane just then as he was in life, he couldn't possibly be Berserker, right? Thus, since he had kind-of-a-sword, that made him Saber! Flawless logic.

"Are you my Master, lad?"
@Beloss@ConstantlyComic

I'm glad my writeup was enjoyed, thank you.

Lord Stirner Cartisius, @Player 2's Master, stands out as an immediate high-chemistry match:

Stirner is not a boy cut out for leading a family, not yet at least.

uncertain mannerisms make for an easy target

Wheelchair Trickz: He’s pretty good at getting around on that wheelchair of his.


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