Sport is the event in which, through competition, other humans push us to excel. Rather than simply play computer games, explore the endless benefits that human vs human games over the net can bring.

45 seconds remain in the game. A large mass of ships pile up on the last remaining planet. Sitting there in the midst of the fury is little ol' you, your nose smack dab against the monitor, your mouse hand clicking like mad. Dodging and weaving, curving and swerving, you make your way to the planet between a swarm of photon torpedoes and a web of enemy phasors. In an instant, you dash, and your escorts go with you, detting like mad. A massive explosion, and you raise your fist in the air in exhultation:

g e n o c i d e

You pilot your PhoenixHawk through the thick trees and underbrush. The forest should have dispersed a long time ago, you muse. The next thing you know, you're out in the open, and there are 'mechs everywhere. Every one of them is pointing a PPC but you. You count softly. One...two...three...four...five. Bruce Lee would have no trouble with these odds, and he's a girly-man compared to you. As they ask you to surrender, you just have to smile.

You're all alone. Outnumbered. Outgunned. And you're luvin' every minute of it.

Stolid figures gather around a stark stone table, its round dark surface cold to the touch. Their story is the stuff of legends... Come. Enter, and let me tell you the tales of the Warriors of the Round Table.