Wut

Which wouldn't be much, since ponies don't cry.

What if there was no gold box in Tanki?

Oh ho! :P Silly me. That's just 5k left for M2 Railgun!!!

Aw, come on, Emerald and Cherry deserve better :D

I. PREDICTED. THIS.

Damn awesome!

Epic! You'll make a good reporter! (a veteran one, seeing you're already a part of the press)

Awwwwwwww :wub: Thank ywou!

+1. Beast of an article!

Hornet M1..... you already Smoky M1. The combo is epic!

I'm a use noob wisely now. Never gonna stop!

Lone wolf it is :D

Cool interview! Eid Mubarak (belated) to all

Nice! Penguin40 writes well for a 9 year old

I was flabbergasted. This man had lost his son, possibly to me. I should be the one bearing the brunt of the hammer. Not the sink's fault, I thought, pity in my eyes. My thoughts were broken by the sound of a sob. I looked up and saw the man wiping his eyes on his sleeve. I felt a spike of revulsion stab at me. How could I be a murderer, when I feel so much guilt just by looking at the kith and kin of a victim?. All the same, I felt hopeless about this man's predicament. He was asking me to do the impossible. Nothing can bring back the dead, I thought. I killed the man's son. He is dead. Nothing I can do. But was he dead? I look beseechingly at the man. "Please listen to me, your son is dead. There is nothing I can......." "NO!" screamed the man. "My Pietro is alive, and I know it! You must help me!" I again rack my brains, wondering if Pietro was dead or not. Was I merely hallucinating? Had Pietro's death been but a vision? "Look, sir, it is useless to look for him. I'm sorry, I-" "You did kill him, then?" asks the old man, his hand quivering towards the hammer. "I'm not sure. Pietro may be alive, but-" "Then help me find him!" wept the old man, clinging to my foot. I felt a surge of guilt, seeing this helpless old man. I have already experienced, in the few hours I have been awake, the results of been separated from mankind. An separation from someone that you love.... unbearable. Above all, Pietro was innocent. There was no doubt about it. He simply couldn't have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. "I'll help you get back your son, sir," I mumble, trying to inject some confidence into my voice. *** "So, basically, Pietro was an errand-boy?" I ask, in the middle of an avid discussion about Pietro. "Yes, sir. He used to carry messages, parcels, communications..... you know, whatever an errand boy does." I paused in my tracks. A mere errand-boy does not carry communications between people. Nobody would trust such a person with something so important. Then what was it, that caused Pietro to be dead, or otherwise, in a precarious situation? "Tell me more about Pietro," I said to his father. "What was he doing at the time when......." I trail off, waiting for the man to get my drift. "Well, three days ago, two men came to me asking for Pietro's services. They said they couldn't tell me what it was but they would pay me heavily for it. In fact, they gave me three thousand ingots for it!" the man's face lit up. "You let your son go, just like that?" I said. No wonder Pietro's father thinks his son is dead. We climbed a dune and looked over at the remains of what had once been a junkyard. A board dangled off its perch, and crows cawed everywhere. "This is where they took Pietro," said the man. My hair tingled. Something was not right here. I climbed down tentatively to investigate. Perhaps they stashed Pietro somewhere? As I looked, I heard a shrill whistling noise. Immediately, I was surrounded. Five men whom I didn't recognize stood, cracking their knuckles at me with an evil smile on their face. I whirled around, looking for a way out, but I saw none, just those five men. "What do we do to him, boss?" asked a man. I panicked, and looked around for Pietro's father to warn him, but when I heard the words "bind and gag him, and take him to our hideout," I stumbled and fell. I reeled back in shock and looked with blank eyes at the spot from which the voice had come, because I could not believe it. The 'boss', the man who spoke, was the very same man who had cried to me, asking for his son. It was Pietro's father. And more than that, I could not believe I had been so gullible. How many million times has one been told in his childhood never to make acquaintances with strangers? The final, crushing thought I had, before someone conked me out, was one that I would wish to forget for the rest of my life : I have been set up.

Epic continuation Faaiq..... 10k again! *tun tun tun tun* What's the consolation prize?

deserved it! Congrats to everyone!

FINALLY! :D

Waiting for Issue 37, huh? :rolleyes:

This month's English articles have been shifted to archives *heart rate trebles*

Aw, come on, you seriously look at the meme titles :/ The expression on the bear's face was pretty sad, so I took it xD

Rlly? :lol:

ok

He'll just ask a mod who knows Hindi to translate (remember he can find out that you are indian through this topic) and he'll ban you. PS Why is Lham teasing us like this? NO ISSUE 37 YET!