That makes zero sense.

Anybody here read Russian? I was playing in a battle with my Hunter-Smoky, and a guy mentioned my username along with some swear words. Can somebody give a translation of what he/she's saying? The image is here.

There is no fourth reporter.

At least it teaches them a lesson.

So you have another account with a higher rank?

I hate it when that happens. If somebody does push you off, return the favor by pushing them off too.

Before the sale, I had about 55,000 crystals, all from playing hard or contests. After I bought M1 Hunter, I had about 34,000 left. Now, I have about 29,000 crystals after purchasing M2 Isida. Still quite a bit of money. I suspect my M2 Isida and M1 Hunter will pay themselves off pretty quickly, considering how good they are.

We don't know anything about the new hulls/turrets, so I think that's out of the picture.

Remnant If you'd like to read the first part, it's here. Part 2: Dimitri did not come home that night. "What is wrong with this child? Did he not remember to come back before nightfall?", his father wondered. "The beasts of the night come out once the sun is out of the sky; he will not win a fight against one." "Maybe he found something cool, and he's lugging it back in that old tank of his!", came a voice. It was Dimitri's younger brother, Alex. "The last time he was out late, he brought back a big pack of popcorn! That was great." His father replied, "I think something is wrong, but I don't want to risk anything by going outside at this time. I'll sit next to the door in case Dimitri decides to come back in the next few hours. You and your mother should go to bed." Alex went into his room. It was smaller than Dimitri's, and his toys and contraptions littered the ground. He climbed into his bed, pulled the blankets over, and closed his eyes. The moon shone through the window as a wolf howled in the distance. There was no sound from within the house. He knew what to do. Half an hour had passed when Alex stirred himself from sleep. He climbed out of his bed and quietly opened his closet to take out a heavy coat, a flashlight, his canteen, and a knife. As he crept out of his room and into the living room, he heard the sound of his father snoring. Alex tiptoed through the hallway and was out of the door before anybody heard a sound. It was cold outside, as autumn was after the war. The moon gave off a pale light as ash clouds drifted in the sky. Alex rounded a corner, moved a piece of rubble, and found his bike. He climbed on, and rode to the last place he knew his brother went: the old warehouse. It did not take long, for Alex knew of a short route that only bikes could use. The moon had already moved quite a bit when he got there. The town square was illuminated by the cold light of the moon, with stark-black shadows stretching across. After dismounting from his bike and stowing it away in a small corner, he crept closer to the center. He noticed a large object on the side streets, and more surprisingly, the sound of two men talking. "What do you want to do with this guy? There isn't much on his person that we can use. I haven't checked his impressive little vehicle yet. Think we should do that now" "Yeah, let's do that. Let's start by taking off the lead; he won't be needing it anymore. We're going to need it for building the bunkers." As his eyes became more accustomed to the night, he took a good look at the dark object parked by the curb. It was his brother's tank. It became very clear to him. His brother had been killed, and likely by these two fellows. Alex felt a surge of anger flow through his veins. The night no longer felt cold. He felt an uncontrollable urge to yell and charge these two people. He wanted to pound them into mush. He was about to do just that when he reminded himself that he was only a 11 year old child. He was not going to have a chance against them. "Huh, what's that thing over there? Almost looks like a person, maybe a little kid. Hey, you, what are you doing there!" Alex was shaken out of thought and into the real world. He dashed towards his bike, mounted it, and biked as fast as he could. The shouts of the two men were soon too far away to be heard. His muscles burned, but he did not stop. His heart was in a frenzy, and his mind was fixated on one thing. Running. Finally, his body gave up on him, and he collapsed off the bicycle. The night had grown old, the cold bitter. Alex crawled over to a secluded corner in the ruins, away from the biting wind and frost. He wept.

Enjoy the newspaper, guys!

You rank so fast .-.

Eh, it's not worth buying M2 Rico/Dictator at 31% discount. I'm going to get those on Christmas or New Years. Alright, I'll get M2 Isida. I hope it's worth the crystals. EDIT: Very worth the crystals. It deals a lot of damage, heals really quickly, and recharges quickly too. It wrecks M0 and M1 hulls, and can destroy M2 hulls fairly easily. The XP is great, so I'd recommend it if you have the crystals.

Thanks to Newspaper pay, I now have 75,937 crystals. Should I go for M2 Isida or something else?

Kudos to Lhamster for making a great Halloween-themed design! Enjoy the articles, guys!

I'd like to regain the ability to have pizzas delivered to my tank via Shaft too.

Stupid internet.

Stupid internet.

Agh, multi-post.

Alright, I have my hands on M1 Hunter. Thoughts: Huge improvement over M0. Decent speed, much better turning speed, much more health, more stable. It feels a little heavy to handle, but I haven't used Hunter in a long time. I'll get used to it. My Shaft is currently MUing in the garage, so I haven't tried Hunter-Shaft. I'm using Hunter-Smoky though, and it's GREAT. One of the matches on Halloween I've played had a lot of Railguns, so Hunter-Smoky with Tundra is indeed a Railgun killing machine. They run away in mortal fear when they see this combo advancing. I'll try Firebird-Hunter later.

I'm saying goodbye to my M0 Hunter, since I'm getting M1 Hunter after the server restart. I've been through a lot with it (I used it all the way until I got M1 Dictator at WO3), and it's served me well. Farewell. http://i.imgur.com/FohoS0O.jpg http://i.imgur.com/Ik4qOPn.jpg The reason I'm making a big deal out of this is because after I buy M1 Hunter, I will not have anything I originally started out with anymore. I'm leaving behind my newbie days. I'm using Green since it's the default paint, and I picked Fort Knox since it was the first map I've ever played in. :wub:

Remnant Part 1: Prelude An explosion rocked the tank in the middle of a tense firefight. A gaping hole in the chassis was formed as Dimitri tried to drive to cover. His fellow tankers were getting destroyed all around him. An enemy tank pointed its turret at him as a ethereal blue light glimmered from the tip of its long barrel. His tank exploded in burning flames. And then he felt nothing. Dimitri woke up in sweats. He looked around in a panic, before realizing that he was dreaming. “This has been happening a lot recently”, he thought. “Wonder what that means”. He got out of his bed, and stood for a second, trying to maintain balance as he glanced around his dilapidated room. It was small and worn, with paint chipping off the walls and rusty heating pipes decorating the walls. Dimitri took a moment to open the window and take in the fresh, invigorating spring air. “It’s the little things in life that count”, he said to himself. “The war took away a lot of things from us, but I’ll always be able to enjoy the sun and sky.” He made his way downstairs, where his mother and younger brother were eating breakfast. “Your father left earlier this morning to trade with the other families”, said his mom. “After you eat, could you go over to the old warehouse to look for anything we can use?” Dimitri finished his breakfast and took a piece of bread and a can of meat along for lunch. He strolled over to the garage. There were two spots for vehicles; one of them was for his father’s truck, which was currently empty. The other spot was occupied by Dimitri’s tank. It wasn’t a tank as much it was a steel frame, an engine, and treads with lead plating to protect against the radiation. It was originally a destroyed tank that Dimitri found a few days after the war; it might have been a Hunter or a Viking. Neverless, its war days were long gone, being replaced by a lifetime of ferrying materials back and forth. After filling up the gas tank and checking the plating, he climbed through the hatch into the seat. The engine started with a jump, and then slowly calmed down to a constant, low rumbling. Dimitri drove out of the garage and onto what was left of the street. It was a cloudless day, with a deep blue sky as the sun shone brilliantly, heralding the day to come. For the next few miles, he did not encounter any issues. He soon had to cross a crater from a dirty bomb in order to reach the warehouse. There was no path around it, and his Geiger counter was clicking. “Looks like I need to cross this hot zone again. I really hope that the plating is still in good shape.” He drove his tank at full speed across as his Geiger counter clicked furiously, and he managed to exit within a few seconds. "If we climb out of this mess some day, I hope we ban nuclear weapons. Thanks to them, half of the world is gone, and what's left isn't very good to live in." Dimitri proceeded along what used to be the main street of the city. The buildings were damaged, deserted, and devoid of anything useful. Everybody had left the main city in the days following the attack, bringing all their possessions with them. Looters pillaged the rest. The clock in the center of the plaza had stopped when the bombs hit, and it still marked 12:23 PM. That was the time that the old world ended and a new, crude one began. He was about to reach the warehouse when he noticed a bullet-ridden pickup truck and a dead body at the side of the road. Perplexed, Dimitri climbed out of the tank and investigated the corpse. There was quite a bit of blood, and the man had plenty of bullet wounds. “Somebody filled this guy with bullets. And probably looted him for good measure. Doesn't seem like he's been dead for long. Hmm, I wonder who did this. I thought the people still left around here were friendly. Could it have-” His thought was interrupted by the sound of a revolver being cocked behind him. He heard a gunshot. And then he felt nothing.

Dragon helps if you're using medium or heavy hulls. I have Desert; the 28% Ricochet protection is really useful, even on Wasp.

Nice!

I use Hunter-Smoky a lot on the test server. I can destroy almost anything in my way with it. When I get M1 Hunter on Halloween, I'm going to use M1 Smoky a lot on it. M1 Smoky + M1 Hunter + Tundra = Railgun killing machine.

Congratulations. You have single-handedly lost respect in the eyes of a large proportion of the community by not attempting to actually address any points brought up, and instead making a blanket ad hominem attack. Also, kirby said about the same things that blackopspaul and Like-a-Boss did, yet you didn't include him under "[sic]stupids and noobs and idiots". I'm guessing you assumed he was a moderator (he's actually a reporter). If so, it seems like you have no problem calling people stupid/noobs/idiots, but you don't want to offend anyone with authority for a fear of getting banned. Well, you shouldn't offend anybody. I agree with blackopspaul, Like-a-Boss, and kirby. This reads more like a diary instead of a garage analysis. Either the title should be changed or Bravo should edit his post to be more like a garage analysis. Add more detail on your purchases.