I'm glad that I ended up coding in a double-elimination bracket, because I've really been enjoying the Duel events I've hosted. I spend something like a week total getting it coded, because the algorithm to drop people into losers bracket without setting up repeat fights is a lot harder to puzzle out then you'd expect.
I think I may actually like it more then Sect in terms of competitive competition, so I intend on trying to host them somewhat more regularly. Not to say I think Sect is a bad thing, but it certainly has its faults. Great for practice and learning though.
So basically I've been loving the Duel. Hope you guys have enjoyed it too!
Nuh uh, never happened, nope. No rogue Celani progged a Spongebob meme translator, left it on an invisible mob named Abhorash for zap reasons, and accidentally put it in a room full of players. That's outrageous.
An irresistible force pulls you along to the other end of the prismatic light.
"Hey!" Naos blurts out loudly at you.
You see the following people here: A figure wrapped in darkness, Sarita, Nebula, Gyana, Blaze, Callidora, A figure shrouded by steam, Menelaus, Naos, Yedan, Sekara, Eagan, Abhorash, Rebra, Taiyang, Galilei, Zhukov, Ephi, .
Straightening into rigid, militant attention, Ephi squares her shoulders and crisply salutes her fellow soldiers.
Straightening into rigid, militant attention, you square your shoulders and crisply salute Ephi.
You say, "At ease."
Abhorash stares implacably at you.
Abhorash says, "I do not recall inviting you."
Quietly, Yedan says, "Uh oh."
Ephi lowers her hand from its position over her brow and assumes a more relaxed posture.
(Carnifex): Ayuna says, "This is where I belong. You all have fun."
"Clearly you just haven't heard how much fun we are," Naos supplies helpfully.
Running a hand over her face, Gyana says, "Here we go."
You have emoted: Bulrok gives a polite incline of his head towards Abhorash. "Mistakes happen." he says casually, scanning the room.
Simply, Abhorash says, "They do."
Callidora says nothing at all in a very pointed way. Her silence is deafening.
Ephi closes her eyes and breathes out softly, an apologetic smile tugging on her lips when her eyes blink open.
Menelaus says, "If I may, many people here, were invited as our Allies."
Abhorash says, "If I mAy, mAnY pEoPlE hErE, WeRe InViTeD aS oUr AlLiEs."
Massive spears of blood spring forth from the ground, plunging through your body as you are gruesomely vivisected. A moment passes before the spears explode, utterly disintegrating your body with them. You have been slain by Abhorash. You were not afflicted.