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Why don't you use rhyming words? Player pratyushpadmanabhan has been warned. Reason, profanity, religious cursing.

Taken from flamingtext.com, right?

Add me bro

M2 Railgun on New Yaer

Why can't there be a special paint for gold hunter of the week?

True......

Why don't we have a new paint called "Guinness" exclusively for TWR holders?

No use....... I'm not a buyer :(

looks like an orange bringal

Main pakistani nahi hoon par urdu bol sakta hun

And congrats to Kevred, also on being a reporter.

or DNA is in the shape of a double helix.

Boring... The July issue was so good.......

Same

Most of Kev's stories end with betrayal..... it's a good theme, it helps to keep the reader glued to the story and wait for more.

Nice photo Winner_of_Turkey

Part 3 - Old Feuds ”No,” I thought. “This can”t be happening.” And indeed, I was overwhelmed at what was happening. My heart felt as if it had taken a dozen rounds of Derringer rifle bullets. I couldn”t speak because the shock had whipped my voice away, I couldn”t move a muscle because the scene in front of me had sapped my last dreg of energy, I couldn”t think because the sight of Boris pointing his pistol at me had drained my ability to think. I couldn”t even trust my senses because there was no way Boris could have crossed over to the dark side. All around me, soldiers fell, but it all felt irrelevant to the big betrayal taking place in front of my very eyes. There stood Boris, a smug smile on his face, ready to shoot. I mustered my voice. “Boris, my brother…… after all these moments together, why did you cross over? How did our motherland wrong you? You were my best friend……. AND I TRUSTED YOU!” I ended in a scream, venting out my rage on Boris, the Germans….. well, pretty much everybody. A fire emerged in Boris” eyes. “DON”T TALK TO ME ABOUT OUR MOTHERLAND!” he shouted, and slapped me across the jaw. My mouth smarted. “That is another story, but first things first. Tie him up!” he ordered his guards. They disarmed me as expertly as a dog would, even removing my cudgel which I had hidden up my sleeve. They then tied me up till I was as helpless as a chicken waiting for slaughter. ”Enjoy prison,” said Boris. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ”So there you are!” said Boris as he entered my prison cell. Till then, I had been languishing the loss of my best friend. I still couldn”t forget the scene when Boris had hoisted his rifle and said, “Don”t be too surprised.” ”I”m not talking to you,” I said. “No point in talking to a turncoat who has ditched our country. Again a fire flared up in Boris” eyes. “DO NOT SPEAK OF MY MOTHERLAND!” he said. Then quietening down, he said in a deadly, quiet voice. “I”ll tell you. I”ll tell you everything.” ”When I was a little boy of six, around twenty years ago, I had everything I wished for. A home, caring parents. One fine day, an alarm rang in our city. Nobody paid attention to it, being engrossed in their own work. I was in the park, looking for someone to play with. Suddenly, a mine exploded less than five feet from where I stood. While I was blinded with dust, rough hands seized me and knocked me out. When I woke up, my home was reduced to rubble. An army officer told me that my city is no more, and threatened to kill me unless I accompanied him. I had no choice.” While Boris spoke, I balled my fist and tried to remember my judo lessons. Kick, flip, elbow. ”He smuggled me from Munich to Moscow and forcibly trained me as an army officer.” I got distracted. “Wait. You”re a German by birth?” ”Of course. I want revenge. That man ruined my life, now I”m going to ruin his.” I hesitated. This person had been wronged and simply wanted revenge. But it was too late to make decisions. I lunged and attacked. I kicked him in the chest and flipped him over my shoulder. Then the whole building exploded. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was like reliving a nightmare. Everything was exactly like the battlefield I had deserted hours before. Soldiers stormed the building and shot everywhere. The defences collapsed. The surprise attack had helped Russia regain control of the situation. The 4th Regiment marched in and quickly suppressed any potential revolt. In seconds, it was over. We had captured one of the Germans” prime rallying stations. ”Very good,” I said. “Cease fire.” I saw Boris lying in a corner, stunned by the blast. Blood was trickling from his mouth. I rushed to help him up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tank taking aim. ”No!” I screamed. But it was too late. Soldiers dragged me away from the scene and once again, the building went up in flames. I went inside the burning prison and dragged Boris out. His skull was cracked. I knew he didn”t have much time left. Boris whispered, “before I die, let me name the person who snatched my life from me.” I leant in to listen. Boris” last two words were ones which left me feeling stupefied and astounded. “Commander Nikolai”

Halloween The time has come to pick up your wands and brooms, Because this festival is going to spell your doom, So, I'm warning you, start to prepare, For a blood-chilling, evil midnight scare. No matter how many repair kits you purchase, You'll never find a way out of the haze, Those hidden Shafts are coming for you, They'll attack when you don't have a clue. You'll wander alone in the dark, Nor Hornet, nor Hunter, no hull will make a mark, And ghosts are watching, hidden from view, Waiting to recruit another into their numbers - you. Finally, the spookiness drowns you in its deluge, Your Mammoth can never find a place of refuge, You desperately shoot your Railgun into the sky, But its taken as a sign of saying goodbye. When pumpkins fall from the the air, All gone are the signs of despair, A herald of the symbol of prosperity, The duty is discharged with utmost sincerity. When the night has passed, and the chill is past, But this spooky festival has not breathed its last, It's good that it's going while you're in this state, Now you just have to sit and wait.

Reserved

Why is my name on top of Scarrock's entry?

Is this through PM?

What??? No......... I wrote such a good article and got so many likes!

:unsure: Guys please don't hurt my feelings!

Hey guys, this is a guide on how to get lots of PMs and Profile Views :- 1. Be a Mod - All Mods have skyrocketing popularity, and we often see a few hundred views on 's profile everyday. 2. Be a Generalissimo - Most Generalissimos have high profile views 3. Be a designer - Designers like @eragon33 often get lots of PMs requesting them to create a tanker's banner or design a clan page. 4. Be a Spectator - Ever since got spectator mode and created the Rent-A-Spec topic, she must be receiving lots of PMs and profile views, mostly due to people asking for a photoshoot. 5. Be a gold hunter - People like @a7x_Pedro48 have a lot of popularity because they flaunt their gold boxes in the form of GIFs, collages etc. 6. Be a clan leader - Clan leaders get lots of messages asking for promotion, training times, chatzy passwords, requests for clan wars or sometimes plain nonsense. 7. Have a lot of alternate accounts - Many people upvote each of their posts using their alternate accounts 8. Have a lot of posts to your name - Many people notice the high number of posts you have, for example - those who have about a thousand or more posts tend to get noticed more often. 9. Be an awesome player - Earning respect on the battlefield entitles you to respect on the forum! 10. Help out a lot - People like @jokersus.cava are very frequent in answering doubts in the Questions and Answers section and hence are liked by everybody. However you see it, it's good to be popular on the forum or anywhere else. Hope you liked this article guys!