A question, if you will.
Have you ever experienced that moment where you see a golden or rainbow-colored light and you feel the faint stirrings of hope welling up in your chest, your heart rate rising rapidly in anticipation and then, when the light flashes and the spinning stops, you see exactly the Class you want. Or perhaps you even had a silver card turn golden all of a sudden and the same feelings emerge.
Then, you hold your breath as the card stars to reveal itself. You can’t help but hope, nobody can help it, as you wish and pray with all you have to get that one Servant you want, your beautiful and breathtaking waifu, your handsome and dashing husbando, that infuriatingly gamebreaking hermit, or that one elusive missing piece to your dream team.
Have you ever had all that happen only to cry and weep, wallowing in the deepest pits of depression, or perhaps you rampaged in anger, like a raging storm that came from nowhere, as all your hopes were mercilessly crushed by the cruel God called Gacha?
Have you ever restrained yourself for countless weeks or months, saving up all those precious Quartz from every corner of the game, the weekly logins, the master missions, the 100 day logins and the subsequent 50 day logins, hours of maintenance, countless repetitions of free quests, the near endless stream of events, the strengthening of bonds between Master and Servant, and even parting with a small, or even a significant, portion of your hard-earned wages, resisting the lure of other, less important and grand rewards, only for everything to be stolen away in a single instant with nothing to show for it?
Have you ever fought against an entire legion of soldiers, crushed countless beasts underfoot, and slaughtered the greatest and fiercest of dragons and giants, all in the name of advancement and the betterment of one’s self and one’s comrades, seeking out the prizes and treasures they have hoarded away, only to march home empty-handed, shamefaced and unwilling to face those who eagerly await your victorious return?
Have you ever dueled against the greatest of mankind’s heroes, facing them in mortal combat as you pit your meager strength against the might of legends and myths, only for victory to slip through your grasp at the very last moment, your foe’s bellowing laughter echoing in your ears as you pull back with your tail between your legs? Or perhaps you secured victory, only for your foe to refuse to honor the agreement, stealing the true victory from you at the last moment and denying you the prize which you have so desperately been seeking out for so long?
If so, then you are in the right place.
Here, you are among kindred spirits. Here you will find countless others who share your pain, people who have been betrayed by their ideals and beliefs (No, EMIYA, you situation is different from our guests here), whose hopes and dreams have been shattered and scattered to the four winds, who find themselves clinging to the very last of their sanity in a desperate bid to continue with their mad quests.
So come in, have a seat, and be welcome. Share your tale and find comfort in knowing that you do not suffer alone. And, when the time comes, provide comfort to those who come after you, for it may be your words that uplift them to grant them the strength to once again rise up on their feet and bear their arms once more, marching off to face that which brought them low.
Welcome, dear Master, to The Salt Repository.
Please leave all happy endings at the door. You can pick them up again on the way out.