*Sigh* all the epic writers for this contest are gone, save a select few like @Raredust. @greyat left, others are reporters..... :( The future generation will leave us with one sad bunch of Tanki newspaper critics :P

Instead of a first and 2 consolation prizes, let there be a 1st, 2nd and 3rd...... in the Continue the Story Contest.

INNER TRUTHS PART ONE - AMNESIAC I wake up in a desolate room with an intense feeling of drowsiness; not knowing where I am or how I got here. As I open my eyes, a smell reminiscent of putrid socks greets my nostrils..... they don't like it. Fingers over my nose, I glance around the place where I am accommodated. Yellow, peeling wallpaper, the walls reduced to plaster and cement, and the ceiling is in the danger of collapsing any moment. I observe that the door is solid steel, and the doorway is stained with what looks suspiciously like blood. I shake the fatigue out of my eyes and quickly check my body for signs of damage. Nothing..... nothing except a long, winding, snake-like scar running along the length of my right arm. And, judging my the stinging feeling on my arm and the blistering red hue of the wound, it's still fresh. How did I get it? I wonder what had attacked me so badly that I ended up here with a filthy big cut and the feeling that I have been drugged. Come to think of it, how did I get here? I rack my brains, hoping for a suitable reply from the depths of my cerebrum. But, to no avail. I delve into the nooks of my mind, fervently hoping for a memory, anything that could give me a clue of how I could escape from this room, and most importantly, who put me in this.... prison? Suddenly, a splitting migraine invades my head. I let out a groan of pain and collapse on the cot, overcome with a medley of visions, some so clear I could swear my eyes were deceiving me, and some so blurred I think it's happening underwater. I can see a small boy...... gamboling towards me with his hands open; I can see this crystal clear. I can hear myself laughing, but it is all but an echo, For the laugh sounds hollow even from my perspective. I can hear a distant slam.... maybe the door opening? I am getting up and answering it, and talking to a visitor in a low tone, one which I can't make out. My vision blurs........... I can hear the boy laughing, but I turn away and pick up a long, grey, angular object and point it at the boy. He stops laughing abruptly and launches himself at me. Something scratches my arm, and I can see a deep cut. I see my finger move, a bang ensues out of the silence, my world becomes red, and the boy goes limp...... I wake up from my reverie, my head still throbbing. I clutch my head with my fingers. Who was that boy? Who was the person I talked to? What had I picked up? What was the bang!? But I have a sinister feeling that it was something to do with the scar on my arm and the blood on the doorway. I get up with effort. I was going to set things right. I needed to ask some questions. I went to the door, surprisingly, only to find that it was not locked. I clicked it open, and stepped out into blinding sunshine, determined to know about my past.

Hey, it worked! Thanks a lot, bub! :D

Hi When I tried to access Tanki to see what it's like, I got the following message - You need Adobe Flash Player to play Tanki Online. Install it and participate in battles with millions of other players. I did install it (many times in fact) but I still can't access the game. Please help me out!

You're telling me GoldRock is a GIRL? :o

Well..... I do suppose things are getting rather pricey...

Good luck in real life, hope you do well in your exams :)

My spring break ends on 1st April -.- What have I done to deserve this :P

Thanks :)

@Xenophobia

Sometimes I think that @GoldRock left his reporter job just so that he could win newspaper contests :lol:

Nice article Fen, but you'll want to write it in a font size larger than your own...... xD I can't make out much out what was written, mainly due to the text size and layout. It's too small, and it's pretty cramped together. It kinda takes away my mood to read such a nice article. Use something like Tahoma, and a font size of about 14 will be fine. And oh, Fen, have you heard of paragraphs? :P Hope you remember this..........

Well written, Kev, your sense of humour and sarcasm is as fresh and crisp as ever! It's not everyone who can convey important details about the game in such an interesting and witty manner. Hats off!

Hoping to complete my entry before the 1st of April (Part 2 of Secrets of the Nanobots) :P it's i not L

Nice one, though you seem to be a big fan of Hunter.... No worries, it's the best you can get for hammer or Vulcan!

Great. Just great! :) And btw it's aerial, not Ariel.

Haven't you seen the MRF ad -_-

It's duckworth Lewis method

You know what, you have a point. In fact, some of the ads he participates in ridicule him.Eg - In the Pepsi create your own ad commercial - Virat - aunty main kya karu? Aunty - tu appne game par dhyan de. Ad-shad mat kiya kar. XD Translation for those who do not know Hindi Aunty what do I do? Nothing, concentrate on your game. Don't do ads Well..... Proves that virat is a show off. Well, a century is a century, no matter who it's scored against. Don't forget, before, kohli scored most of his tons against Australia. I agree, he should focus on his game...... About the chemistry, there's a famous virat-anushka joke going on right now : What did anushka sharia tell virat kohli while he was batting in the semis and she was sitting in a restaurant? Virat I want you here in five minutes :lol:

Scrolling through memory lane through the 'Reputation' section, and look what I found! PS See the second guy on the list (he upvoted my post) :rolleyes:

I am Indian add me please

enna pa there is a lack of tamil players in the indian cricket team, except for ashwin. First there used to be loads - Vijay, Balaji, Badri...... all the CSK players..... but now? The selectors are stereotyped against south indians xD

^Precisely! I miss the times when there were writing contests galore........ :mellow: