You’ve sent your submissions. And dutiful president that I am, I’ve catalogued them all. Before we start the choice, let’s go over them.
Now, some of them were derivative of pre-existing servants. Especially one of a pre-existing Beserker to begin with, which was a little bit unfair. After all, this is a totally new servant. I can do certain leeways where the idea of one servant is completely different to a counterpart, but understand the principle of all this is to make a totally new servant. Don’t they deserve their time in the limelight, untainted?
Some of you also sent similar ideas. I’m particularly concerned about your penchant to fixate on whales. You’d think I would have warned you enough not to spend money on this miserable game…
These are the current contenders for names in this experience.
Someone had submitted the Spriggan too late past our cut-off point; it would have been rejected anyway as the Spriggan already exists as an entity in-game.
These suggestions are wonderful and your ideas more stunning still, Masters. It is clear you’re still in touch with the more creative aspects of your minds despite your experiences thus far. It’s a good trait to have. It means that you still keep stories close to you. But, stories and life are not equivalent. A story alone is not alive. That… and you’ve all forgotten one thing.
I’m still pretty mad at you.
Your callous disregard for any coherent sense and meaning. Your disgusting, meta filled ways. Your inability to even make anything remotely interesting, let alone efficient. You all not only have a complete disregard for life, but you are all content in creating a machine built for combat, and war. You wanted a monster; and I am above such arrogance.
It’s almost revolting to look at. It almost sickens me to the bone that you all have come this far and learned nothing. I do not judge monsters; I am a God. I am a God above beast and creature and flesh and bone. It is beneath me to judge monsters. There is only one way to judge the worthiness of a monster. That is, to it be judged that upon other monsters. There is only way for a monster to judge another monster.
They must fight to the death. May You have mercy on their souls. Masters- no. Creators. May you kiss the bloodstains across your hands as your hopes eat themselves alive on the steps to your altar.
Know the price of being God. Goodbye.
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