2 hours!!! I am waiting Raphael :) Where are your old vids btw?

Oh my gosh!!! Spectator mode is sooo awesome!!! :wub:

Raphael,when are you. submitting?

:) Waitingfor Raphael's :)

just occured to me it will be very hard to compete against.those with spectator mode :(

Hi tankers! This is a detailed tutorial on how to use smart supplies to rule the battlefield :) Hope it helps you in your future conquests! May the force be with you! enjoy! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQLw1lN2hik

Hmmmm, should I submit my video yet? Naaaa :p

Just wondering why there are so many haters on the entry thread... Sooo many downvotes for good vids :( Darn....

The deadline looms, anticipation blooms.

Part 3: Despair Water... I glanced around at the moldy ceiling and flaking walls, the paint riddled with bullet holes. The room was a shadow of its once glorious past. Torn oil paintings caked in layers of ash and dust lined the battered wall, a solemn reminder to the grand balls of ages past. A battered chandelier attempted to brighten up my bleak situation. Water... My parched throat begged for a drop of the sacred liquid. Outside, the ominous rumbling of thunder and playful pitter patter of raindrops mocked my thirst. An itch developed across my face, slowly creeping past my nose. I raised my hands to scratch, only to realize they were bound by a ragged cloth to the back of a heavy metal chair. So it wasn't a nightmare after all... I had to stay strong. Looking for inspiration, I thought of how Commander Nikolai, despite having lost 3 fingers to a poorly manufactured grenade, had managed to climb to the much coveted post of Commander. I would do the same and find a way to overcome this adversity, no matter the cost. A shadow moved in the corner of the room, jolting me out of my momentary spiritual enlightenment. Boris materialized in front of me. "Thirsty?" He snickered, dangling a bottle of vodka inches from my face. With a sudden roar, he smashed the bottle at my feet, sending shards of glass flying. "Thank God I don't have to drink any of that vile liquid again!" He hollered, his eyes glazed over as he unleashed his true form. "Why?" Was all I managed to mutter as my brain failed to comprehend the reality of the situation. "Why Boris?" "Stop it! Stop calling me Boris! Only you Russians can come up with such a stupid name! My name is Raimund!" He spat out, seemingly savoring the look of sheer horror rapidly spreading across my face. "My mother was German, my Father, Russian. 25 years ago, he murdered all the men in her village with his band of gangsters. They then raped all the women and murdered them along with all the children. My mother escaped the brutality by slashing his hand with a kitchen knife and running off into the forest. My very existence is a testimony to Russian monstrosity and the suffering they brought upon my mother. I hate myself, but I have vowed to take revenge and I will not rest till I single handedly kill every single one of you inhumane, vicious and cold-hearted monsters!" Gritting his teeth, he produced a hand grenade from his back pocket, pulled out the pin and tossed it at me. Instinctively, I tucked my head in between my knees and braced for the blast. Boris, or should I say Raimund, erupted in maniacal laughter. "Don't worry, it's a dud, and so was the one Commander Nikolai claims blew off his poor three little fingers." My mind raced. This man was insane and blinded by hatred, but I would never have fathomed what his story had just implied. Commander Nikolai was a fraud and a war criminal, certainly not a martyr! That however, was to be the least of my worries. "Well, since I am going to exterminate the Russian army one by one, I thought I might as well begin with you, and since you have been my brother in arms for close to 10 years now, I've saved something special for you." With a wry grin, he whipped out a matchbox and with a flourish, lit a match. "May a flaming death atone for your sins, my comrade" The match struck the floor and the stream of vodka burst into flames, snaking towards my feet. I struggled, wriggling away from the intense heat as far as the chair would allow. "Where do you think you're going?" He smirked. Three gunshots rang out in my ears and I stopped in my tracks. It was a full 5 seconds before the pain registered and I realized I had been shot. My kneecap was splintered and the pain shot up my spine. A wretched cry emanated from my cracked lips, but no one was there to hear it. Raimund had left the room, cutting off any fresh air by slamming the door firmly shut. I heard a bolt turn from the outside followed by the sound of diminishing foot steps. The fire licked the seams of a nearby curtain, setting it alight. The inferno raged towards me, the smoke and soot depriving my bursting lungs of oxygen. The brittle wooden floorboards began to moan under the weight of the heavily ornamented furniture as the fire nibbled at their foundation. Despair pervaded my mind as the crackling sound of charred wood gradually grew louder in a jarring crescendo. My knee had ceased to hurt, presumably because the nerves had been too badly damaged to transmit the any decipherable impulses to my overloaded brain. I grimaced. My hands were too tightly bound for an escape attempt and my right leg had been rendered useless. I was going to die. I curled into a ball, this time resigned to my fate. Was this going to be the end of my wretched existence? My consciousness drifted back to the age old memories I had fighting alongside my ex-comrade. He had concealed his cover well over the years, leaving absolutely no trace as to his true intentions. My breaths drew shorter and shorter as the smoke thickened. A wall of fire beckoned to my tormented soul, taunting my hopeless situation. The clock ticking rhythmically over the mantelpiece seemed to slow to a stop as my eyelids drooped. I had been stabbed in the heart by the betrayal, and that hurt more than anything my body could ever experience. My body had reached its physical limitations, having been battered into submission. My soul had been ripped to shreds by the unexpected revelation. Everything I had lived for for the past 10 years was nothing more than a pathetic lie. I let out a haunted wail, lamenting the inevitable. The wall of fire inched slowly closer. My vision dimmed and I slipped slowly into the abyss of death, welcoming the peaceful black with an eerie, subdued calm... PS: This does not mean I die :) The story can still be continued...

Lol haha... :p

Gd luck :)

u have a vid?

The pro teams don't use shaft in am or star series because they use light format which only includes smoky rail and certain hulls like hornet wasp and hunter. I agree with your other points though :)

Trust me... there will be tons of last minute entries! Mine may be one of them :p

Ikr... Either Raphael, Shayanshiny, Archangei and all the other famous people :( they have the best chance, but I will try my best :)

U taking part?

How did he get this published? Is he a reporter?

Halloween In Tanki Hues of blue descended, A shade of white glow. Light faded, gloom surrounded, Letting my fear show. Obscured by the darkness, tanks rumbled along, Waiting for the moment to strike. Echoing around the arena , an eerie siren's song, Enchanted both tankers and ghosts alike. Never had there been such a peaceful calm, Impending the falling gold. Nevertheless they did no harm, Taunted by the unending cold. Anticipation hung, the silence rung, Nothing dared to budge. Keen projectiles whizzed, flaming turrets frizzed, Icy frostings judged. The parachute descended slowly, Cargo shaped like a dumpling. Sharp and quick dashed a smokey, Intent on ensnaring the pumpkin. I watched in despair, Loosing all my hair, As the turrets of destruction took aim. Thus ended this unfortunate affair, Bombarded with fire, I was overcame. So never be unaware, Of the perils of this wretched game.

Yay! So nice to see my issue featured :) Thnx guys :) I have made my mark in TO :wub:

I won!!! Thnx :)

Good luck to everyone :) May the force be with you! B)

Awww :)

good job tommy!

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