/jp/ - Otaku Culture

[Anonymous No.]

Now, I don't have anything against a female King Arthur, some punk kid from the future who thinks himself a superhero, or some random drunk Irishman who's forever spouting "faith'n begorrah."

However, it seems to me that the greatest Servant would be this gentleman.

[Anonymous No.]

"Zulus sir. Four of them."

[Anonymous No.]

Archer or Rider?

[Anonymous No.]

Modern-age heroes don't have the necessary qualities to become legendary heroes by normal means. Machinery replaces individual prowess.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534276

>>individual prowess
>>Erwin Motherfucking Rommel

Wait, what?

[Anonymous No.]

Rider with a panzer?

[Anonymous No.]

>>534274

Archer, clearly. His noble phantasm would be to summon the afrika korps from the distant past, pull out his sidearm, and begin a volley that would obliterate a small city.

[Anonymous No.]

In before akimbo luger pistols modified to fire the .454 Casull.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534276
almost none of the great heroes of antiquity were actually all that great at anything but commanding.

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>>534291
Most Grail heroes are heroes based on their personal merits in unison with some kind of Noble Phantasm. Mythical heroes and legendary weapons are things of the past, since science and technology have replaced such cultural icons.

It's why you don't get General Patton and the American army. Heroes need qualities which exceed normal capability and items of power which people believe in.

Just because Nitro+ fucked up Fate's dynamics with /Zero doesn't change that.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534291
When you think about it, there are very few "mythical heroes" to begin with. Many are based on similar legends.

But that doesn't mean Rommel has abilities which set him a part as a hero.

Now, if he had commanded the Afrika Corps while riding in a tank which people believed was in some way beyond normal ability and power, and was given a definite name (since true names are immensely important for Noble Phantasms"), he might be summoned as a Rider.

But I don't remember Rommel having a magic tank.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534306

Patton was a miserable human being who beat soldiers who had just killed a man for the first time and told them to man up.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534320
It doesn't matter what Patton was in real life, in that it matters more what people thought of him, and a lot of people consider him a great man and his achievements legendary.

Belief makes a hero more than truth. Didn't you know that?

[Anonymous No.]

Fuck all you guys, I'm summoning Jack Churchill as an archer.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534317

You've forgotten his custom Panzerkampfwagen IV, the "Desert Fox." It's said he defeated 20 enemy tanks during one engagement, not even taking time to aim the main cannon, relying solely on his intuition while the crew reloaded as quickly as possible.

[Anonymous No.]

Rider with a solid gold tank

[Anonymous No.]

Rider riding Saber.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534339
Then it might work. It all depends on what people thought of the tank itself. Did they think it was indestructible? Abnormal? Superpowerful?

The point is that heroes are a "dead" concept in modern times, and no people from this age will have the necessary qualities to be seen as superpowerful by others.

They will never be the embodiment of an attribute which gives them fame beyond compare.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534332
Rin says myth doesn't affect a servant as much as the actual deeds, if what people thought was so important saber would have been a man.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534361

What about Assassin? He was nothing but myth.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534366
he couldnt be summoned under normal conditions.

[Anonymous No.]

Rommel-chan! <3

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>>534371

What, next you're going to tell me we weren't supposed to summon angry manju either?

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>>534317
The Nazi empire was actually founded upon black magic and had control over vast armies of demons, including demon tanks.

[Anonymous No.]

This is worse than a powerlevel thread.

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>>534381

"Demons?" Nonsense. SS Engineers unearthed a Shadow vessel in the Rhinelands, and reverse engineered it to create superior ballistics and reactive armor, as well as highly maneuverable fighters. Had they discovered how to replicate the power source and bring the extended range beam weapons online, the Battle of Britain would have gone much differently.

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>>534386

Allow me to remedy the situation.

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>>534361
Belief doesn't determine the nature of the person. If everyone believed Patton was a woman, it wouldn't be true. But belief does determine whether a person is a hero or not. They have to exist within society as a person who "was a hero" or "did heroic things" in order to be possible to be considered heroes. Two types of heroes exist: true heroes, and reverse heroes. If someone believes that someone did something good, even if it was on accident or they were trying to do something bad, they're still a hero if people associate them with the positive result. This is why the Hashashins, though murderers, are considered heroes of a sort, because their murders had positive effects. They just end up being a coincidental hero, one without the personal traits or truth for it.

But belief still makes them heroes in the collective unconscious of humanity.

Belief also determines relative power in the age you're summoned into. It's why Heracles and Gilgamesh are such fucking powerbombs, aside from their Noble Phantasms: everyone and their mommas know who those two are.

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>>534391

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>>534379
Angra Mainyu was something that the Grail should've never been allowed to summon. Avenger heroes aren't supposed to exist.

Summoning him and shotputting him into the Grail fucked the whole system over.

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>>534391
thats when king arthur would have returned to england, and well germans would be fucked

[Anonymous No.]

>>534402

>>Angra Mainyu

Did you mean: Angry manju?

[Conan O'Briebers No.]

>>534396
I'd let her build my thousand year reich. If you know what I mean

[Anonymous No.]

>>534412

FUND IT.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534414

I heard nazi ladies have a little iron cross on their panties where one might expect to see a rose.

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>>534413
No, I meant Angra Mainyu, Zoroastrian god of destruction and evil.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534398
Are you really typing fucking paragraphs about this?

[MySQLconnectionsuccess !0vQ8k.N6XM No.]

Summon Rasputin, the "woman rider", as a caster.

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>>534426
Nasu wrote a book.

[Anonymous No.]

The Mark LX looked across the battlefield, and felt a sudden sense of disorientation.
This was something beyond its experience. beyond its programming, and it searched itts data banks, looking for clues, for ways to interpret the situation
―and in the process, tapped into a racial memory and withdrew a ghost. . . .

[Anonymous No.]

Rommel wwas alreight, but he can't do hand to hand. But, if he is allowed to summon "Unlimited Tank Works" then he could own any nation. Doesn't really help with the grail, though. Jackie Chan is a better choice. Mother-fucker can run up walls.

[Anonymous No.]

Into the depths of the Ardennes Forest, the Mark LX, then a Panzer unit, rolled, its crew struggling to hold on as it lurched across the terrain amid the high and terrible squads of ordnance exploding all around them.
The Mark LX was barely sentient then, aware of its surroundings only in the dullest, most simplistic way.
The thunder of the exploding shells hardly impinged upon its consciousness as it sent one incendiary after another into the heat and the distance, trusting implicitly in its spotter, not even wishing to take control of its own actions.
Now, at a distance of millenia, the LX realized that in that battle, amid the noise of the shells and the screams of the dying, it had achieved a sense of security, a contentedness which it was sure it had never known again
. . . and then, even as it reveled in the feeling of purposefulness and fulfillment, it had taken a direct hit.
Its electrons began to disassociate in ways that would not be understood or remedied for many centuries.
The LX swerved sharply, collided with a tree that turned out to be much sturdier than it looked,
and then blew up, its pieces flung in large, majestic scoops to the level of high branches, seizing the glint of the sun and then falling onto the heaving, twitching bodies of the men surrounding it.

[Anonymous No.]

Rin mentioned that even machines could be heroic spirits. A sentient tank as a servant would make for a good story. All they'd need is to give the tank some sort of cute loli form and it'd sell like hot cakes.

[Anonymous No.]

Consciousness began leaving the LX. It fought desperately to remain aware, to learn from the experience, to store some tiny fragment of the knowledge it had accumulated this day.
In a mater of seconds it expired, its soul leaking into the mud of the Ardennes Forest.
And still its soul, for there is no scientific name for it, clung to the tiniest vestige of conscioussness.
Centuries and millenia passed, and still that tiny spark of awareness remained, the feeling of accomplishment, semi comitose but never quite extinguished.
Arched against the tinted suns and the rockets, the convered Panzer, now older than anything which its ordnance had ever touched, lurked in the stippled and buried vegetation of another land, awaiting, always awaiting, its next call to battle.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534265
Skorzeny > Rommel.

The mere rumor that he was going to raid Paris in late 1944 made general Eisenhower shit his pants and huddle up in a bunker for weeks.

Badass is as badass does.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534431
Oh, hah. I was typing >>534440 before this post popped up.

[Anonymous No.]

if germany has Rommel as its hero, Britain has Hugh Dowding then

[Anonymous No.]

I approve of this thread.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534444
Agreed, and Sage this shitty thread.

[Anonymous No.]

Dawn is three hours away, but the sky to the east burns orange and sulphur and deep, sullen red.
The rest of my battalion fights there, forcing the Enemy's last line of resistance.

That is not my concern. I have been taken out of reserve and tasked to eliminate an Enemy outpost.
The mission appeared to me to be one which could have waited until our spearhead had successfully breached the enemy line, but strategic decisions are made by the colloid minds of my human superiors.
So be it.

When ion discharges make the night fluoresce, they also tear holes of static in the radio communications spectrum.
". . . roadwh . . . and suspe . . ." reports one of my comrades.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534452

Or, I don't know...

KING ARTHUR?

[Anonymous No.]

>>534426
Yes, I believe I am.

Welcome to /jp/.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534464
heroes from the 20th century?

[Anonymous No.]

>>534461

What, not moe enough for you?

[Anonymous No.]

Even my enhancement program is unable to decode more of the transmission than that, but I recognize the fist of the sender:
Saratoga, part of the lead element of our main attack.
His running gear has been damaged.
He will have to drop out of line.

My forty-seven pairs of flint-steel roadwheels are in depot condition.
Their tires of spun beryllium monocrystal, woven to deform rather than compress, all have 97% or better of their fabric unbroken.
The immediete terrain is semi-arid.
The briefing files inform me this is typical of the planet.
My track links purr along themselves as they grind through scrub vegetation and the friable soil, carrying me to my assigned mission.

There is a cataclysmic fuel-air explosion to the east behind me.
The glare is visible for 5.3 sdeconds, and the ground will shake for many minutes as shock waves echo through the planetary mantle.
Had my human superiors so chosen, I could be replacing Saratoga at the spearhead of the attack.

[Anonymous No.]

The rear elements of the infantry are in sight now.
They look like dungh beetles in their hard suits, crawling backwards beneath a rain of shrapnel.
I am within range of their low-power communications net.
"Hold what you got, troops,"orders the unit's acting commander. "Big Brother's come to help!"

I am not Big Brother.
I am Maldon, a Mark XXX Bolo of the 3d Battalion, Dinochrome Brigade.
The lineage of our unit goes back to the 2nd South Wessex Dragoons.
In 1944, we broke the last German resistance on the path to Falaise―though we traded our flimsy Cromwells against the Tigers at a ratio of six to one to do it.

The citizens do not need to know what the cost is.
They need only to know that the mission had been accomplished.
The battle honors welded to my turret prove that I have always accomplished my mission.

[Anonymous No.]

The Enemy is not mirroring matter.
Rather, the Enemy mirrors facets of temporal reality.
Our forces have seen no evidence of enemy stardrive because for the Enemy, a planet can fill a point in space where it once existed or will one day exist.
The Enemy need not transit the eternal present so long as there is a congruity between Now and When.

Personel of the research facility I have been tasked to eliminate have developed the technique even further.
They are creating a special space-time in which whatever can exist, does exist for them so long as there is an example of the occurance in their reality marix.
Their tool is the anomaly that appears from outside to be a non-reflecting void.
It is a tunable discontinuity in the local space-time.
The staff of the research facility use this window to capture templates, copies of which are in .03 seconds shuffled into present reality and redirected at their opponents.

The research facility can already mimic the firepower of
an infantry company,
a battery of rocket artillery,
and―because of my actions―

[Anonymous No.]

I have no offensive armament.
My Hellbore is operable, but the third ion bolt welded the gunport shutters closed.
A salvo of armor-piercing shells hammers my hell,
lifting me and slammikng me back to the ground
in a red-orange cataclysm.
The multiple impacts strip my starboard track.

I think of Major Bowen, and the Saxon bodyguard striding forward to die at Maldon:

Heart grow stronger, will firmer,
Mind more composed, as our strength lessens.

The citizens do not need to know what the cost is.
They need only to know that the mission has been accomplishd.

[Anonymous No.]

Laumer Hijack?

[Anonymous No.]

When this threads come around I'm always reminded of this guy
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simo_Hayha

>Simo Häyhä (December 17, 1905 – April 1, 2002), nicknamed "White Death" by the Soviet army, was a Finnish soldier, and is possibly the most successful sniper in history.
>The unofficial Finnish frontline figure from the battlefield of Kollaa places the number of Häyhä's sniper kills at 542.
>He preferred to use iron sights rather than telescopic sights to present a smaller target and aid concealment.
>Before his injury, the Russians tried several plans to get rid of him, including counter snipers and artillery strikes. Their best result was tearing the back of his coat away with shrapnel, but leaving Häyhä himself unscratched.

[Anonymous No.]

LANCELOT OF THE FUTURE

[Anonymous No.]

Berserker class.

[Anonymous No.]

lol pig disgusting japan and germany

CHINA FOREVER

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>>534555

Fuck yeah real archer

[Anonymous No.]

>>534691

gb2/special economic zone/, chink.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534555
Fuck yeah Simo.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534536
This made me cry manly tears.

And then it made me think of "I would like to have seen Montana" and the moment was over.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534555
OK this motherfucker was GAR.

[Anonymous No.]

>>534555
An archer or assassin?