The Holy Grail War... is awesome. Very awesome.
Seven Servants, heroes of history and myth, with seven Masters, the best and the brightest of modern Magi, fight to the death for a wish. A ritual with its original goal lost in the depths of time, it's founding families all shadows of their former glory, yet still with the power to bend reality to the winner's desire....
Or so we are told, as none have ever laid hands upon the Grail. Each previous War has ended with no clear winner. Perhaps the prize is false; it does seem too good to be true. What of it? To see such an event through to its conclusion is prize enough for the right-thinking person. A pity that right thought is so scarce these days.
The promise of the cup has long inspired greatness in those who seek it: good or evil, none can fail to be changed by the demands of war, or the presence of those people that shaped the course of history with word and deed. The best and worst of human nature is on display for all to see in such a crucible as this.
Even more so, now that someone has thoroughly broken the rules.