Gilgamesh - The Golden King of Babylon

I don't really care but...

...the history books can be wrong about me. When I died, I was killed by my own grief.

Not to mention that I really hate snakes. I go out of my way to kill any snake I see. They've ruined my life so I've vowed to ruin theirs.

I also love Saber but her heart belongs to someone else so I'm out of luck. [so much sadness]

Sometimes I think Lancer-san can be pretty cool but he's mostly a loser. Him and the other Lancer are pretty suspicious though. Someone should ask them about that. I'm pretty jealous that Rin-san picked him over me though, especially since I could beat him up any day.

The last Lancer, Enkidu, will forever be the one I love most. If anyone touches him without my permission, I'll kill them.

Right now, I wish I could cover my mouth but that would be pretty cowardly. If you abuse this day, you might regret it though.

[Memories were something Gilgamesh never took lightly. That woman who suddenly jumped into his mind was definitely a problem. She eclipsed Saber just slightly, which made the Golden King angry at himself. Where was his pride? He had dedicated himself to the King of Knights and now this crap?

For this, there was only one solution. Go to where the woman was and discover if she still possessed whatever it was that caught his eye. From there, this king would make his own judgment on the matter.

He pounded on the door of the house of 503 Ricardo, looking for the woman called Shizuru.]

Come out, woman.

Snow. Hmph.

To think something so beautiful could exist. Each flake is nearly unobservable in size yet completely unlike every other one around it in appearance. Separate, they're easily blown away and yet together they can form almost any shape.

Worst of all, this was not created by me. Sumer was cold and dry in the winters and scorching but acceptable in the summer...no place for anything frozen. Instead, this wonderful creation will be credited to whatever dogshit god you happen to be worshiping.

I hate snow.

[He hates it so much that he's making a tower out of balls of snow. A tower of babel. Okay, not really. He's just storing snowballs in a pile. Even if he's currently jealous about snow, he can't help but marvel over it in the first week it's around. Of course, you can talk to him on the phone or in person, that's up to you.]