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((Okay, beacuse Lunel's bugging me, here we have an example of a PvP fight. Most of this is subject to change <.< Enjoy.))


GenericPlayerA was not having a good day, and even the sight of his eternal rival, GenericPlayerB, set him off.

"B!" he called out, "Let's go!" GPA right clicked his rival's avatar and selected the 'challenge to duel' option. Within seconds, the words -Fight!!- flashed across his screen, signaling that GPB had accepted his challenge. His profile, and his opponent's, stood side-by-side on the screen.





As the screen cleared to reveal his opponent once again, A ran at B, and swung his sword. "Die!"

((GenericPlayerA attacks with a katana (80 ACC), with an 11 point accuracy stat, for a total ACC of 91. B reduces A's accuracy by 8 points with an evasion stat of 8. A must roll 83 or lower to hit B for 3 points of damage. (A's Strength + Katana ATK - B's Stamina)))

((B hits with a roll of 38, reducing A's HP to 4. @_@))

"Gah..." A flew backwards, shocked at the force of B's blow. His HP bar had dropped to a quarter of it's maximum capacity. Another shot like that, and he was done for. A's only hope to beat B was a Deathblow. A got to his feet and dashed at B again, his sword raised over his head. He slashed at B's throat.

Morgan's note: For this post, we're going to assume GenericPlayerA rolls a 10 or lower, giving him a critical hit for 2x damage.

((GenericPlayerA attacks with a katana (80 ACC), with an 11 point accuracy stat, for a total ACC of 91. B reduces A's accuracy by 8 points with an evasion stat of 8. A must roll 83 or lower to hit B for 3 points of damage. (A's Strength + Katana ATK - B's Stamina)))

A was now faced with a delimma. He could either run away and accept his shame, or keep fighting and face certain defeat. Deciding a brave warrior like himself shouldn't run from a fight, he advanced on B and slashed again.

"lol, die!1 >o"

((Blah blah blah, roll 83 or lower for 3 damage.))

((B hits with a roll of 29, reducing A's HP to 0. Game over.))

B's attack landed dead-on, knocking A back some fifteen feet, where he landed flat on his back. A didn't get back up.

John Smith leaned back in his chair, heaving a sigh as - You Lose - scrolled across his screen. There was always next time.