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Oh, gender swapping? I might have a relevant servant. Caster should be up reasonably soon
@Turboshitter How is keeping track of mana going to work? It seems like that would make things super complex and slow them down a lot, especially for Casters. I was planning on playing a Caster if that's not taken already, but I don't really get this ruling.
Sounds like it could be fun, got plenty of Servants on the back burner I've been meaning to play at some point.
Been wanting to play Ryoma for a while, would he be allowed? I understand he's a little weird.
Got a vague saber in mind if the second slot isn't formally taken.


Across the mojave, a warm wind blew. Sand shifted in the dunes, and scorpions burrowed to meet the moonlight.

In the casinos along the strip, tourists gambled. Slot machines, card games, roulette; games that filled them with hope, the chance to win the prize of a lifetime.

There were people losing their lives here, gambling away what they could not afford, desperate for one last win. Alongside the people filled with hope, there were those filled with despair as those hopes crumbled to dust.

Through the rest of the city, life progressed as normal. Those who lived and worked here were not ensnared by the illusion of gold that drew people into the glamour. For those people, the city of their daily lives was to become a battleground.

Was it crueler for them, or for the people who would have that illusion cruelly stripped away?

But there was value in illusions, too. The glamour of the theatre, the beauty of music, the craftsmanship of those who crafted tricks of false magic… Yes, this place was not simply a snare for the gullible. That beauty was to be painted over with the blood of war.

“Things should be getting hectic soon.”

There was a faint grin on the Second Owner's face as he cast a gaze over the city reflected in glass.

“Seems like a bunch of freaks made it. Lucky me.”

It wasn’t surprising, exactly. He’d tried to draw as many of them possible here, but he was surprised at the extent to which he’d succeeded.

“Ah, they’re gonna make a real mess of my city. Guess it can’t be helped. No guts, no glory, that’s what the old man always said.”

From what he could tell about the people who’d shown up - well, restraint didn’t seem like it would be a factor. He was certainly sorry for the people who would get caught up in this.

“Hm. I wonder what the winner’s wish will be?”

The devil’s roulette began to spin. A wheel of death, that would spin, and spin, until only one was left alive. For one to achieve heaven, many more would be cast into hell.
All of the following characters are accepted, and can be moved to the character tab in their current state:

@Reflection Rider: Ashurbanipal is accepted.
@Red Alice Caster: Triptolemus is accepted.

@Scallop Constructed Being: Valentina is accepted.
@DarckLeon Magus Lord: Kitorai Valueleta is accepted.
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