Paper, Rock, Scissors - FIGHT!

The enemy stands before you. Their weapons lie upon a table made of ancient wood, worn down as time has continued it's forward movement. You step up to an identical table. The enemy laughs at you. His gray beard hangs down the front of his robes and he speaks.

Choose Your Weapon!

Player:

0

0

:Computer

The Player has beaten the Computer!!

The Computer has defeated the human!!

Player's Choice

VERSUS

Compu's Choice