http://imgur.com/a/mM2Br Didn't even drug much for this one. Shaft FTW

lolno. Thats not how "emulators" work. You could definitely get the tanki client running in an VM, or through bootcamp, but if you want more than 10-15 fps then don't. http://www.zdnet.com/article/the-hidden-costs-of-running-windows-on-a-mac/ The benefits of running tanki through a client are greatly reduced, or completely negated by the performance decrease.

... "IE browser"??????????? Disgusting. Even when I use windows... IE.... srrsly.... Anyway, this client thing is completely irrelevant as it is not compatible with osx. How hard is it to embed a SWF in an app? http://www.swftools.com/tools-details.php?tool=6576066281? Don't worry devs, I will test this thoroughly on my crappy windows laptop.

256 samples, http://imgur.com/a/B9f3q probably have used 512 for a less noisy render. Tanki really needs HD textures... with light maps... and bump maps....

Holy hell, I am sick of screwing with the Tanki metal floor textures. It's pretty much impossible to get a decent photorealistic version of them... I had to use an external scratch texture to even get close ;( Image coming soon :D. I did one render, but it looked like crap, so here comes another.

Twas a long time ago in a little, well, actually quite big town called Rio. My Hornet m3 Shaft m3 gleamed like a diamond in the blinding sun whilst I sniped, defended our bright blue flag, and bragged about my beautiful Traceur paint. The match was tied 8 to 8 and with 3 minutes left out of the hour battle I was getting bored camping behind palm trees. I revved my engine and grabbed the nitro that drops right in front of my sniping position. A little wasp hammer was zooming towards the double damage that I had intended to grab so I screeched to a halt as my main weapon control panel lit up. It was an easy shot. In seconds, my scope was right in the dead center of the tiny wasp m3 and my weapon was fully charged. I released the spacebar, demolishing the poor wasp. My engines roared to life as I proceeded picking up the double damage and smashing into the wasp's demolished tank before it vanished. Suddenly, a small orange blur appeared that the top of my screen, or it may have been there for a little bit before that. Not that I noticed of course, it was only until the chat had filled up with "NO KILL PLS," "WERE IS GOLD?????????????," and "HALP ME GET GOLD PLS" that I had realized that the gold was dropping. And at that point, it was much too late. I had already vaporized the enemy defense, picked up the enemy flag, and started working my way to the top of the building. My treads grazed the bright gold symbol beneath my tank. "Oh wow," I thought, "Its going to drop right here." Foolishly, I typed "The gold is up on top of the building" in the chat. Quickly, realizing my mistake, I told my team that I was lying to get the enemy to confused and that the gold box wasn't actually up top. The enemy quickly made their way up to the top of the building, but not before I picked off a few wasp m1s with my powerful arcade shots. By then there was only 60 seconds left on the clock and the gold box was a few meters above my tank. My engine growled to life as I zoomed forward to meet the incoming mass of tanks. I flipped a viking thunder, and then rushed backwards to catch the gold. My own team, wondering about the mass of tanks was driving up behind pile of enemies as I watched in awe, frozen in place, viewing the beautiful mess I had created. Unfortunately, the flipped viking that had been blocking the path had self destructed and an angry jealous stream of enemies put pedal to the metal seething in anger and disgust. My nitro had run out, so I slowly back pedaled towards my team's base. As the enemies gained on me, my team appeared from behind them, unleashing a stream of napalm, bullets and freezer fluid. I jumped off the edge of the building and my brain went into slowmo as I fell. Flaming enemies exploded arround me. The rain of exploding tanks almost blinded me. It was almost as if Micheal Bay hacked the Tanki source code just for those few precious seconds as my team annihilated enemies. With almost no health left, I dragged myself towards the flag, my engines straining under the weight of the many tank corpses above and around me. I looked down to the corner of my screen 10 9 8 7 6 I drugged a nitro and my engine roared like a lion with renewed strength after some of the corpses faded into nothingness. 5 4 The flag was captured. 2 1

Guys, bridges are funny the first 100 times you use them, NOT FUNNY ANYMORE. STOP. PLEASE. -------------- Fortunately the mutant sheep came to the police's rescue in a helicopter.

Diamond tips, Sparkling in the moonlight. Gasoline flows through its veins. Its motor spins. Internal combustion Roaring like a restrained lion With its prey just out of reach, cutting, smashing, annihilating the tall green demons of nature. "JIMMY!" my mom yelled, "stop monologuing about your chainsaw and fold your laundry" "FINE. WHATEVER MOM. MAKE GARY DO HIS TOO." I yelled back, slightly annoyed. As I stood up, contemplating the dull task ahead of me, I saw the shadow of a humanoid creature. The shadow oozed in and out of the floor like a deranged slug. I jumped back when I heard a raspy voice coming from the shadow. "He comes. He comes." The shadow seemed to chant. "Cmon Gary, I'm not scared of your little pranks anymore" I said, backing away slowly, "who comes?" When he kept repeating, "he comes" I screamed, "MOM! GARY IS PULLING PRANKS AGAIN!" My mom stood right outside the door of my room, motionless, in a trance. Her eyes darkened to a deep black, no longer reflective, just holes into a world of nothingness. She opened her mouth to talk, revealing a set of teeth sharper than knives scattered around her mouth, almost as if a young child tried to place them. "HE WHO WAITS BEHIND THE WALL. HE COMES." she screamed. Her scream vaporized the windows around her while her eyes liquefied and black tentacles grew out of the empty sockets, all screaming "ZALGO." I ran. I picked up my most prized possession (my chainsaw) and ran. I was sprinting at top speed. My hair fluttered in the cool breeze, but I felt like even that was not enough, so I ran faster. I slowed down after I saw police in the doughnut shop. None of them paid any attention to my chainsaw and a strange silence had fallen upon the people around the street. Still staring directly into my eyes, they pulled out their guns. A click of triggers scared me, but only tentacles protruded from the front of the guns. "HE COMES!" they all screamed, as I sprinted down the street, dodging cars, bikes and trolleys as their drivers chanted and drove drunkenly. However, one car was behaving normally. Despite the chaos around me, it seemed to obey traffic laws. I waved frantically, trying to stay away from the tentacles protruding from manhole covers. The car pulled over and I got in. The car had an extremely fancy stark white interior with everything in it was neatly organized in one way or another. "Take the briefcase," a man dressed in a fancy business suit and sunglasses calmly ordered as he handed me a locked black briefcase neatly labeled "Top Secret." Quality, not quantity, so this is only about 395 words. Should make a very interesting story. Quality+quantity> quality so the story is now about 470 words Here is the first draft read it if you want, it contains more grammatical errors.

PWNER101 thinks yours would have been better written in third person.

YAY! I liked my entry to the the contest last time better... still glad I won though!

Texas is the best country. Right next to murica.

Haha, mine was really good. I hope.

I don't think you linked the images properly.

YAY! My entry actually won something! I was gonna add much more descriptive metaphors and something about a blender, but 100 words isn't very much.

Ah, as a feminist guy, I feel sorry for the females on EN-9.