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This is Gilgamesh, he teaches the ancient civilization history school at our school. DON'T fall asleep in his class! He gets mad whenever that happens, and starts to refer to himself as 'ore-sama' (wtf does he think he's japanese or something?), and he has this trick or something where he can just point his finger and thousands of pieces of chalk and dusters will go flying all over your face like some sort of voodoo magic. It's not funny, that's how Mike was sent to the hospital but all the students were too scared to report it. He's also got this hard-on for anything that has to do with mesopotamia and all the king arthur crap. You’d think he was gay for how much he talks about King Arthur! Alot of the girls in the class seem to like him to, though he's a misogynist bastard. He refers to his class as just women and children ALL THE TIME. I JUST DON'T GET IT.

I hear he has a rivalry going on with prof. Archer. Professor Archer probably just thinks hes psycho or something.

Gilgamesh also heads the soccer club. He tried to get it named the Worship-King-Gilgamesh-Soccer-Team, but he was vetoed by principal Karen.

Gilgamesh looked down on the mongrels gathered below him. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, playing their little game of ball. They were like flies, ready to be swatted. Tiny, inconsequential insects. How dare they not invite him to a competition! What arrogance, to not include the King of Heroes! But he would show them, that there was a price to pay for daring to slight him.

“Fools, all of you. Of course, if you all groveled before me, I might have forgiven you for your transgressions. But no longer. I shall suffer you fools no more.” He spoke in a voice that echoed down to the beach.

“Gilgamesh!” Saber cried out in challenge. She held a dodgeball ready in her hands. To her side gathered all the other players, as Taiga let them back onto the playing field. Assassin, Archer, Rider, Rin, Berserker, Caster, Shirou, and all the others stood besides her, ready to face this new, deadly challenge.

“Hmph.” Gilgamesh smirked. “No matter how many ants there are, you are still all ants.”

He let his words fall upon them, before raising one arm. A calm fell upon the beach and a great shadow loomed over them. The wind rustled slightly, and there was a sound of metal sliding over steel. The next words that broke the silence were Gilgamesh’s.

“Gate of Babylon.”

Behind Gilgamesh a portal open. Everyone stepped back, eyes wide in astonishment. Balls of all sizes, shapes, brands, from all periods of history phased into being. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of dodgeballs. Metal, rubber, plastic, rock, concrete, balls of all types.

“As you can see,” Gilgamesh began, “you have already lost. Now…suffer the consequences.”

Gilgamesh looked down on the mongrels gathered below him. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, playing their little game of ball. They were like flies, ready to be swatted. Tiny, inconsequential insects. How dare they not invite him to a competition! What arrogance, to not include the King of Heroes! But he would show them, that there was a price to pay for daring to slight him.

“Fools, all of you. Of course, if you all groveled before me, I might have forgiven you for your transgressions. But no longer. I shall suffer you fools no more.” He spoke in a voice that echoed down to the beach.

“Gilgamesh!” Saber cried out in challenge. She held a dodgeball ready in her hands. To her side gathered all the other players, as Taiga let them back onto the playing field. Assassin, Archer, Rider, Rin, Berserker, Caster, Shirou, and all the others stood besides her, ready to face this new, deadly challenge.

“Hmph.” Gilgamesh smirked. “No matter how many ants there are, you are still all ants.”

He let his words fall upon them, before raising one arm. A calm fell upon the beach and a great shadow loomed over them. The wind rustled slightly, and there was a sound of metal sliding over steel. The next words that broke the silence were Gilgamesh’s.

“Gate of Babylon.”

Behind Gilgamesh a portal open. Everyone stepped back, eyes wide in astonishment. Balls of all sizes, shapes, brands, from all periods of history phased into being. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of dodgeballs. Metal, rubber, plastic, rock, concrete, balls of all types.

“As you can see,” Gilgamesh began, “you have already lost. Now…suffer the consequences.”

this is my favorite part, everyones almost done playing then gil shows up mad because he wasnt invited then starts to own everyone
Gilgamesh looked down on the mongrels gathered below him. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, playing their little game of ball. They were like flies, ready to be swatted. Tiny, inconsequential insects. How dare they not invite him to a competition! What arrogance, to not include the King of Heroes! But he would show them, that there was a price to pay for daring to slight him.

“Fools, all of you. Of course, if you all groveled before me, I might have forgiven you for your transgressions. But no longer. I shall suffer you fools no more.” He spoke in a voice that echoed down to the beach.

“Gilgamesh!” Saber cried out in challenge. She held a dodgeball ready in her hands. To her side gathered all the other players, as Taiga let them back onto the playing field. Assassin, Archer, Rider, Rin, Berserker, Rin, Caster, Shirou, and all the others stood besides her, ready to face this new, deadly challenge.

“Hmph.” Gilgamesh smirked. “No matter how many ants there are, you are still all ants.”

He let his words fall upon them, before raising one arm. A calm fell upon the beach and a great shadow loomed over them. The wind rustled slightly, and there was a sound of metal sliding over steel. The next words that broke the silence were Gilgamesh’s.

“Gate of Babylon.”

Behind Gilgamesh a portal open. Everyone stepped back, eyes wide in astonishment. Balls of all sizes, shapes, brands, from all periods of history phased into being. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of dodgeballs. Metal, rubber, plastic, rock, concrete, balls of all types.

i'm reading this FSN story called fate/dodge ball and the lancer vs assassin part is making me lol


Lancer reacted first, his blood pumping wild, his body a blue blur as he dodged a volley of balls, and twisted on the ground picking up his own weapon, a tiny red rubber ball that bounced as he scooped it in his hand. The others had left them alone to fight, having found their own battles. This was one he could, no, would win.

Assassin was fast, his speed nearly matching his own. Balls flying at break neck speed passed by them as the two threw a vicious flurry of catch and throw so quick that the balls passing between them were like lines of blazing light to the untrained eye.

One. Two. Four. Eight. Fifteen. In three seconds thirty balls blazed through the air, the space distorting behind them.

They zoomed along the beach. Mirror images formed behind them, a storm began to whirl into being. Footprints appeared one in front of each other before grains of sand were even kicked into the air. Giant rubber balls flew faster and faster between them until they were stopped a mere inch from their faces, the plastic burning from overheating in air. This wasn’t a simple battle, this was war. A fight between beings that were more than beasts, more than monsters, gods in their own right.

Their velocity – inspiring.
Their strength – phenomenal.
Their reflexes – divine.

KING IF KINGS, DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH SOCCER BALLS?!?

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Needs MOAR KING OF SCHOLARS DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH PENCILS?