I'm thinking about taking a nap, after I eat my Blackberry Tortilla... -_- zzzzzzzz

Too much division. Too much control..."Games should be fun!"

Tiddly Winks.

It's O.K., we're all Tankiee's no matter what race we are...By the statement "this topic is made to know that how many are from India in this game", I think that Rajnish is just curious as to how many players from India are in the game. :)

This one goes out to the Shaft, and all those who hold it dear..."Time and patience cracks the ice!"

Cute, but deadly.

If you can read this, your probably too close to the screen.

Is the answer: A.) Good. B.) Whatever. C.) Read the forum rules. D.) All of the above.

No offence intended, but after 6 hours in Dusseldorf (when you do get to that rank), "stupid" will no longer grace your vocabulary with the same omnipotence as now.

Inseparable...

Tina - I remember that! Barcelona 1990... :ph34r:

To all who think this is fake...You need just zoom in at 500 magnification to see that the structures behind the score card aligns to where they are supposed to be, as well as the cards white bars...This is no Fake. I have been in those long Dusseldorf games, with no play clock. It's not a walk in the park...Good Sniping 'dogm! :ph34r:

"BOOMBOX".

You mean "Indian", or Indian?

Got'em... :lol:

None, but seeing how this is a choice; I'd have to say "Nitro", because it's more realistic. After all, even a car engine has overdrive.

Just remember this. As you move up in rank, your skills will improve...Those who are addicted to drugs, lose those skills the more they drug.

You 'wana describe the subject? You know. Hair, build, clothing. Any distinctive marks, or tattoo's?

When I got a computer about fifteen or sixteen months ago, it was mostly for e-mailing. One of my friends suggested that I should try Tanki...I seriously though computer games where for kids, and humorously ribbed him about it...A week later he once again urged me to log on to the sight. I was still against it, but it was fused in my head like a never ending mantra, beckoning me. I tossed and turned all night and paced the floor in my mind...Eventually my curiosity got the best of me, and I logged on. I remember it as though it were yesterday..."BOOMBOX"...In my little green faded wasp smokey combo, I 'slooowly chugged along. The deep 'rrrrrrrrr of its engine, amid the tread chain canter wheels beneath me. The "screeeee" of the turret, as I prepared to fire..."Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow! Boom!"

^ More profitable.