Previous >[E Pluribus Unum Pickup Summon] 2018-03-15 07:00 - 03-29 03:59 UTC New servants: Nightingale 5*, Helena 4*, Rama 4*, Geronimo 3*, Billy 3* New craft essences: Ideal Holy King 5*, Record Holder 4*, Beast of Billows 3*
>[E Pluribus Unum Release] Fifth Singularity: North American Myth War E Pluribus Unum Release date: 2018-03-15 7:00 UTC New interludes for Orion, Fionn, and Fergus
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You don't need any feathers till final ascension or skill up to lvl9. If you've got the pages from Teach interlude just use 'em. Waver without all his skills is not a Huge Wang.
>Merlin appears >Oh, I was just passing by >BTFOs Cuzilla and goes back to sleep >Scat appears >HEY GUYS DID I MENTION I'M THE STRONGEST SERVANT ALIVE? I'M THE STRONGEST AND CAN'T DIE, BTW CU WAS MY STUDENT BUT I WAS STILL THE STRONGEST >gets almost killed by Cuzilla, goes full gilkek mode "i-i-i-it didn't count" and goes away
Bentley Rivera
/fgoalter/ is by far one of the most popular generals, its no surprise!
Like the right more. The left feels like it's intentionally pushing for the eros by putting such a focus on the pantylines which is actually a little offputting.
Scat problem is that she is wanked everywhere. See Arjuna, for example. He could take down 28 demon pillars (a group of servants couldn't take down even one) and no one wanks him nearly as hard as they do with Nero or Scat.
I wish she would come to me some more so I can max her NP
Andrew Watson
>Cuzilla >8.5+, same tier as OzyCHAD >Scat >6.5 >same tier as whore of Uruk (both versions), Bryn, Enkidu, Nero at the beach and keyhole loli with emiya deck
Jeremiah Fisher
During a warp spasm, probably.
>a monstrous thing, hideous and shapeless, unheard of. His shanks and his joints, every knuckle and angle and organ from head to foot, shook like a tree in the flood or a reed in the stream. His body made a furious twist inside his skin, so that his feet and shins switched to the rear and his heels and calves switched to the front... On his head the temple-sinews stretched to the nape of his neck, each mighty, immense, measureless knob as big as the head of a month-old child... he sucked one eye so deep into his head that a wild crane couldn't probe it onto his cheek out of the depths of his skull; the other eye fell out along his cheek. His mouth weirdly distorted: his cheek peeled back from his jaws until the gullet appeared, his lungs and his liver flapped in his mouth and throat, his lower jaw struck the upper a lion-killing blow, and fiery flakes large as a ram's fleece reached his mouth from his throat... The hair of his head twisted like the tange of a red thornbush stuck in a gap; if a royal apple tree with all its kingly fruit were shaken above him, scarce an apple would reach the ground but each would be spiked on a bristle of his hair as it stood up on his scalp with rage.