I pray you guys will come to the Middle East soon! :D

Bravery Chapter I I woke up to the sounding of roaring M3 Thunders, just like on regular Sundays. But that Sunday was, in no way a regular day, for it was my first day of initiation. Serving my community in spectacular tank battles had always been my dream. Whether it comes to the outstanding range of tank combinations you are assigned to because of your skill level, or the high tech respawn technology which lets you keep fighting and never really die! I love it all. I live and breathe Tanki – the world’s greatest sport. My brother was also desperate to start his tanking career, but he was 10 years old. You start your career at 12 years. I strolled down the stairs full of joy and excitement for today I would become a new recruit for the English Community. I put my pre-packed bags in the car. I wished my family an emotional goodbye, for today was my last day I was staying at the house. I gave hugs to every family member as they wished me good luck. Few tears shed from my mother and my grandmother’s eyes. But my dad was always a strong person with a harder personality than my mum. My brother and I would dream of taking down other Generalissimos in style! So he told me to rank up as fast as possible and grab every Gold Box that I see. I saw flashes of memories as my father drove me to the Tanki HQ. I was really excited to be starting my journey to Generalissimo, but at the same time sad, for I missed my family so much. When we got out of the car, I gave him a huge hug and said goodbye. I would miss my mother and him the most out of my family. I turned and walked towards the Hub. As I walked through the automatic doors, I felt a rush of air. This was my first step to becoming a Generalissimo. On my left was a sign saying ‘New Recruits.’ As I approached the sign, I saw a crowd of people my age sitting in the waiting room. Most of them quiet, only the confident Recruits talking. But confident and talented are two different words right? You could immediately recognize that all of the girls were sat on the right and the boys on the left. In a couple of weeks this would surely change. There weren’t many free seats in the seating area, but I just managed to find one. I waited for fifteen minutes calling my family and saying goodbye for good. I wouldn’t see them again until open day in about a month. When initiation began, the examiners called upon different people to test what tank category they’d fit into. They called people four at a time, and I was called up with the sixth group. This was it. The moment I had been hoping for my entire life, what turret I would be assigned with. A tall man called me up with my tank name, “Hamztank please step into my test room.”