Looks rather nice

Ah, thanks. I'll remember to fix that. Tis "Nitrogen Oxide System", btw.

Nice story! Glad to see there are other small time authors around. :D

Mine is Courage. Really miss that map, can only play it on test server now...

Would anyone like to contribute? I'm having some slight difficulty coming up w/ part 4. Part 3 is already planned out, but tis a blank after that.

Thanks, I suppose.

Do these work on Macs?

perhaps

Thanks. Any suggestions?

Part Two is done

I'd use firebird for extreme bbq :D I'd use freeze, attach it to a van, and make an icecream truck

Perhaps simply expressing his love of mines. Who knows?

Indeed...

Nice job! Though, try making some tanks. :P

Oh, and, am I making the weapon descriptions clear enough? Btw, the weapon the Hunter was using is Freeze.

Thanks people, I'll try to get part II out in a few days. It takes a few days to come up with plot and all, ya know? :P

Part 1: September 9, 2044 It was quite the large organized race. Competitors from all around the globe had gathered, in this certain location to try their luck in this event. Indeed, this was not exactly a legal race: many of its participants were less than law abiding citizens: an assorted mix of underground racers, mercenaries, bounty hunters, and simply the average adventurer, who decided to try his/her luck. Each had his or her eyes pealed for the grand prize, the huge sum of 25 Million USD. The sponsor for this event was unknown, but the moderators were indeed well known individuals in the bounty hunting world, their participation proved that this was indeed, a legitimate event. There was only one type of vehicle allowed in this competition: a tank. Some may ask, “How does one race with tanks?” The answer is quite simple. When there is such a large sum at hand, people will often go to large lengths to acquire such sums. Many participants presented the Wasp, often used in guerrilla warfare. It was a small, lightly armored tank, slightly larger than an SUV. Others had brought Hornets, the successor to the Wasp. Its engine was stronger, and had more armor, but was slightly slower. There were rumors of the French built Dictator tanks making an appearance, as well as the hardy Russian Hunter tanks. The setting of the race was quite damning: the starting location was smack dab in the middle of Los Angeles, completely disregarding the lives of the residents there. The twenty or so participants had been divided into 7 sectors, each corresponding with a letter, A-F. In sector E, this is where our story truly starts. ______________________________________________________________________________ 11:30 P.M. Sitting in the driver’s position of his tank, Will Enfield was beginning to get bored. It had been some thirty minutes or so, and there had been nothing, but a monotonous silence as the other contests had been gathering to their respective positions. With a sigh, he checked, once again, to make sure everything was in place. ‘Brakes~check’ ‘Mines~check’ ‘M-guns~check’ ‘Light~check’ ‘Ammo~check’ Bristling with weapons, Will’s tank, affectionately nicknamed Leviathan was set to go. It was Hornet M2 Class tank, with matte black radar absorbent paint. However, it had been personally customized with some crimson splotches and smears here and there, and the blue serpent coiled around the M2 Class Railgun, it’s maw opened to reveal a set of razor sharp teeth, opening around the tip of the barrel. In neat cursive, the name of the tank had been inscribed at the base of the gun. Some other personal modifications included an increase in firepower: two .50 Cal heavy machine guns had been internally mounted next to the head lights, fed by revolving belt fed magazines. They were equipped with powerful armor piercing and incendiary rounds that would make surviving the race slightly easier. On the bottom of the tank, a horizontal bomb rack revealed five RDX Chameleon anti-tank mines. When released, the internal cpu of each mine would scan the surrounding terrain and blend in appropriately. Hence the name Chameleon. A quick glance outside revealed the four other racers of his sector: Three Wasp tanks, and a lone Hunter. He frowned. The Wasps would not be too difficult to deal with, but the odd contraption mounted upon the Hunter made him slightly nervous. It resembled a metallic vacuum, with a large turbo fan attached to its back. Only time would tell what this would be... The race started at exactly 12 A.M., September 10th. It would last until the thirteenth. The finish was somewhere in the god forsaken Nevada Highway: a deserted area that seemed perfect for an event like this... _____________________________________________________________________________________ A small digital clock ticked as each second slowly passed by. 11:59. Will’s hands shook as they tightly gripped the steering wheel: the old fashioned dual lever form of driving had been long replaced by more modern controls. 12:00! Immediately, the lead Wasp shot off like a rocket, small blue tell tale flames revealing that a NOS system had been activated. The other two Wasps in 2nd and 3rd positions opened fire on the Hunter with their standard Smoky 5’’ cannons. The Hunter made a valiant effort to fight back, it’s weapon shooting out super-cooled liquid nitrogen and ice shards, the large turbo fan sending the deadly frozen combo straight into the Wasp ahead of it, completely disabling all movement as the tank tracks froze all together, the fuel turning to solid in its tank. Despite its efforts, repeated shots from the cannons eventually wrecked the tank, as the Hunter could only take so much punishment. Belching thick, black smoke, it consequently exploded as a stray round hit its gas line. BOOM The two thugs then turned their attention to the Leviathan, but a single shot from its deadly Railgun dispatched the first one. A slight hum of Vmmm... as the powerful weapon charged its heavy uranium projectile, and an ear splitting shriek as it fired. The Wasp had no chance of survival; its occupants: vaporized. Its companion shifted as it prepared to fire its Smoky cannon, but then, the Leviathan’s machine guns barked to life. Hot incendiary tracer rounds along with heavy armor piercing rounds slammed into the small tank, reducing it to a pile of metallic swiss cheese along the side of the road. Quickly activating his own NOS system, the Leviathan sped through the dark streets in pursuit of the lone survivor of E sector. _____________________________________________________________________________________ Oblivious to the carnage happening behind him, Lee Smythe sped through the streets in his nimble Wasp, a clear head start above the competition. The Signal FX blared from somewhere inside the tank, the engine roaring to meet the electronic growling of the music. Had he been looking behind him, he would have noticed the small purple flash, and the consequent cannon shot that ended his participation in the race, along with his life. _____________________________________________________________________________________ HM72 In the other sectors, other similar short battles were taking place. Everyone was making a bee-line for the nearest highway entrance, as to get out of the city, out of California, and into Nevada. As the Nevada highway began to converge into a single, winding strip, the placements were beginning to take place. A Dictator M-3 Class had taken the lead, shredding its surroundings with blazing plasma, courtesy of a Jumeaux M-3 Class double barreled plasma cannon. The ambitious Wasps could be seen lying to the side, thick, black smoke slowly rising from several areas. Several miles behind it, two tanks were dueling it out. A Black Hunter-M2 Class was speeding along the highway, a black Hornet M-3 Class in hot pursuit. The Hornet was an interceptor, designed to take down speeding hostiles with brutal efficiency. Sirens wailing, it was closing in on the Hunter at a rapid rate. Inside the Hunter, its Russian occupants were smirking, the gunner, grinning from ear-to-ear. Suddenly, the large cannon mounted atop the tank swiveled a full 180º. It began to fire large plasma spheres in quick succession, identifying the weapon as a Ricochet M2-Class. The Hornet immediately took evasive action, but eventually it was put down like a dog. It’s flaming, melting carcass slammed into the divider, large holes in the side revealing that the plasma projectiles had indeed shot through, melting its way through, due to the extreme heat. Its occupants where killed via extreme heat and molten metal, the stench of burnt flesh hung heavy in the surrounding air. HM72 Enfield’s Hornet sped along the highway, kicking up dust and debris from other stricken tanks, occasionally firing his Browning .50 Cals to finish off damaged tanks. After all, one does not take a threat out of consideration until he or she is truly dead, out for good. Unless this was insured, as long as they could strike back, they were threats. Cruel, but necessary. Suddenly, his rear CCTV cameras revealed two flashing objects behind him. ‘Incoming...’ They were Hornet M3-Class High-speed interceptors. Armed with Smoky M3-Class, these high tech, pitch black tanks were a force to be reckoned with. Their EMP rounds, also known as “Critical” hits, could shut down a tank’s entire cpu and other electrical dependent functions, such as counter measures, leaving them vulnerable to missile attacks and the like. And now, these deadly wraiths had locked onto his tank. He was screwed... Cannons blazing, both tanks surged forward, NOS activated. Enfield swiveled his Railgun around, and used the internal camera mounted above the cannon’s barrel to try to get an accurate shot while doing evasive maneuvers. Vmmm... The consequent blast demolished the broken hull of a Wasp, some three feet away from his lead pursuer. He growled in frustration, it would take some time for the Railgun to reload before it was prepped for another shot. Time which the hostile Hornets could use to lay down successful hit after hit. One of which could be an EMP shot... He let out an involuntary shudder at that thought. However, he did have a way of matching their firepower... Will activated his own Nitro system, making his tank shoot forward. Then, he abruptly cut the Nitrogen Oxide feed, swung the steering wheel to the left and jammed the emergency brakes. This resulted in a bone jarring, 180º skid that tore thin gouges in the asphalt as the tank tracks tried to grip the road. Will swung the lever controlling gear back until he hit reverse of all things. He immediately stomped the gas pedal while pulling the twin triggers to the .50’s. Now, the Hornet M2-Class was hurtling backwards while spraying armour piercing and incendiary machine gun rounds at the pursuing interceptors. Now, if one thinks about it, .50 cal machine guns will be no match against the much more powerful 5” cannons. However, several layers of armored kevlar and galvanized steel plating had allowed the Leviathan to take much more punishment than a normal M2-Class Hornet. Hence the protection and semi-shiny look. While the forward observer / gunner of each pursuing Hornet was focusing an attempting to take out his machine guns, Will jettisoned a Chameleon Camouflage mine, and quickly did another 180º. He once again activated the NOS, praying that he had gotten out of the potential blast range. He had left the Railgun in the reverse position, and by now, it was once again ready to fire in the case that the mine failed to take out the military police. As the lead Hornet passed the mine’s immediate vicinity, and sped away unscathed, Enfield’s heart sank at the thought of easy (or easier) victory. However, the second tank, which was only 4 meters away from the first one did hit the mine, both exploded in a spectacular motion, painting the dark, early morning street a vibrant orange. The rear view CCTV cams caught all of this, and Enfield allowed a small smirk to appear, along with finally a little relaxation. He rewarded himself with a bottle of Mexicoke, or Mexican Cola, which had been kept nice and chilled. He did prefer it over the normal brand, as this was sweeter, and had more carbonation. Though, considering its country of origin, one could never be too sure whether it was safe for consumption or not. After all, the laws there are different. “Bleehhh, screw that kind of thinking!” He took a big swig, not giving a damn about the consequences.

Hiya everyone! Tis DL here, with another small story. This story will also be receiving small updates every other week or so. Once again, please, no pointless flaming, but criticism is encouraged. I'd like to have someone point out any errors I make. Thanks, and enjoy the story. Part Two is finally out. :D I made several different versions, and like this one the best.

Nice job! Very amusing read

FarkLevianthan (first try) DarkLevianthan (second try) :D

thank you

sorry about that, copy and paste lagged a bit

Here goes, Part 1: Battle for the Ricochet 5/3/2042 6:00 AM Five white objects sped across a frozen Siberian plain, with a single objective in mind. They were closely pursued by 2 more, larger objects, which were flying approximately 500 meters behind them. Close observation would reveal that they were large, armored vehicles. Tanks. Followed by Helicopters. Massive ones, CH-53E Super Stallion troop transport choppers. The first two tanks sped forward, advancing ahead of the group. The rest came together to form a V formation, a protective, yet offensive maneuver. The lead tanks, M1 class Wasps were equipped with M1 Class Smoky 5’’ cannons: the standard Reconnoissance combination of the day. However, as aforementioned, these were M1 class: a step ahead of the standard M0-Smoky’s in the international market. They had been custom modified for power after purchase. A hidden feature of the M1’s were the introduction of EMP, or Electro Magnetic Pulse rounds: these special rounds would short circuit and shut down the electronic systems of hostile vehicles, disabling electronic countermeasures against missiles and the like. The two surged forward as the drivers engaged their NOS (Nitrogen Oxide System), pumping Nitrogen Oxide directly into the engines of their tanks, causing them to roar as small blue flames erupted from the rear of the tank through the small exhaust vents. Inside the tank, Corporal Ryan Cooper, call sign “Nitro” from his racing days, was clearly smirking. It seems there wasn’t much difference between a Wasp and an armored dune buggy. Above him, in the gunner’s station, First Lieutenant Jefferson Wilkes sat silently as the compartment jolted every now and then. Soon, their destination came within view: a series of underground bunkers surrounded by dome like structures thirty miles from the Ural Mountains. Inside of these hidden bunkers were the fruits of 3 years worth of extensive research on a secret plasma weapon, one that would have the capability of locking onto a target, and hitting it in unorthodox methods. Each plasma projectile had a deflection shield that had the capability of distinguishing terrain and target, causing the shields to lower only after a secure lock had been determined. Other details were currently unknown. However, what was known, was the fact that each bunker had it’s own unit of Spetsnaz paratroopers. An elite force. Intelligence had also discovered several armored formations situated around the compound, hence the need for M1 Class Vikings taking the rear of the American assault formation. They had been equipped with M1 Class Thunder cannons, the most powerful artillery gun in active service. Indeed, with its 1 ton fragmentation shells, it was a force to be reckoned with. ______________________________________________________________________ Simultaneously, coming from the North, opposite of the American force, 3 other tanks steadily approached the compound. They were Dictators, members of the Unité Blindée Première, proudly bearing the French Tricolor on their hulls. Mounted upon them were double barreled “Jumeaux” plasma cannons. This deadly weapon was mainly used for anti-armour purposes, but the searing plasma spheres could easily cut down hostile infantry. They too, were trying to obtain the weapon produced by the secret “рикошет” program. Truly, it was not the weapon itself that attracted so much attention, but the technology that had enabled energy projectiles to envelop itself with a protective force, the “force field” that enabled the projectile to bounce. To imagine the possibilities if one had enabled vehicles, per example, with this technology. They would be immune from any energy based weapons, they could not be tracked by means of radar, as the field would send the tell tale beam away from the sender. If the weapon was obtained, then the secrets could be revealed through reverse-engineering... ______________________________________________________________________ Inside the compound itself, a young radar operator looked up from his screen. “Др. Ivanov, мы имеем несколько усилий закрыть внутри на этом положении,” he stated. (“Dr. Ivanov, we have several forces closing in on this location,”) Dr. Vladimir Ivanov was the head of research at the base, he had personally recruited the majority of the scientists stationed there, and had managed to keep them there for the duration of three years. At 6’ 3”, the 49 year old Russian man made quite the imposing figure. “Предупредите охотники, дайте им заказы для того чтобы исключить обидчиков,” he replied. (“Alert the hunters, give them orders to eliminate the offenders,”) With a salute, the operator said, “сделает, господин,” (“Will do, sir”) He then proceeded to speak into his throat mic, which was wirelessly connected to a radio kit. “соколы, вы имеете зазор для того чтобы раскрыть пожар” (“Falcons, you have clearance to open fire”) ______________________________________________________________________

Hello everyone, this is DarkLevianthan. I enjoy writing, and as such, have wanted to write about Tanki for quite a while now. This is a small, "test" story, so to speak, and I'd like to have a little feedback if you wouldn't mind. Please, no pointless flaming, but I'd appreciate it if anyone points out small errors or has a suggestion. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the story. I know this may seem slightly selfish, but any encouragement is really appreciated. I'll try to make weekly updates.

I was wondering if I could perhaps, write a fan based story, or "fanfic" on Tanki. I am aware that another player has already made, and posted it on the Tanki Wiki site. However, if I do, make a long term story with updates now and then, where would I post them? Forum, Wiki, etc...?