Picture #3 The opposing tank locked into my sights. Death was inevitable. I pulled the trigger, the turret charged up, preparing to deal certain death with one swift stroke. But before I could fire, they fired first! The shell slammed against my hull, and electricity crackled and danced across the control board. The drive was fried; he had won. Then, when all seemed lost, when I began to slip into the abyss, my barrel choked out its last charge, and smote down the enemy. I may have lost that day, but I dragged him down with me. 99 words

Play for honor, Win for glory!