Notes from author
A comfortably large percentage of us remember our first time TRYING to do PvP. Game's been beat. You toss on your strongest, bestest, overkilliest gear (in 90% of cases, that shitty sword you got from the asshole before the Taurus demon. It's at +2, though, so you're good.) You throw on some cool-looking armor...you go out there, you wait twenty minutes staring at a fog wall and a LOT of random saving notifications in between your two favorite motivational songs on shuffle (kinda pointless, really)...and then you get it. AN INVADER.
Who then promptly looks at your gear setup, watches you fatroll a secure distance away and then repeatedly facepalms before unequipping his weapon and bare-fist backstabbing you OVER and OVER while you flail around like a retarded crab wondering why in the hell so many people think this is fun.
dis build = solution.
Park in a dueling hotspot. Get a douchey invader. Bait that mothertrucker into playing around with you and, when he gets cocky and starts spamming gestures with an animation length longer than one-tenth of a millisecond (Well, what is it? is muh favorite) you RUN BEHIND THAT SUCKER AND RAM THAT CLUB SO HARD UP HIS ARSEHOLE EVEN HIS GRANDAUGHTERS'LL HAVE WOOD.
