Good question: Can I use a synthetic voice software instead of voicing it myself? This is because I feel my voice sounds silly and I don't have a proper mic. Please answer asap, thank you :)

Part 2: The Beginning of the End An hour had crept by since Boris' capture. With an overwhelming sense of helplessness, I glanced at the rusted and worn timepiece wrapped tautly around my wrist, a sharp reminder of the seconds crawling by with agonizing deliberation. Meanwhile, the confrontation between the German panzer corps and our attack force had died down to barely a whimper, with both sides assuming a tactical retreat to analyze their losses and regroup for another attack. Gingerly, I peered out the grimy window, careful to avoid the serrated fragments of glass hugging the remains of its warped and weathered frame. Glancing at the temporary military stalemate, it dawned on me that this was the prime opportunity to rescue my stricken comrade from the deleterious clutches of his captors. Silently, I ascended the stairs once again, muscles tensed and filled with apprehension. Soft murmuring in a foreign tongue became audible as I approached the doorway, punctuated by the staccato of gunshots emanating from the enemy sniper rifle. I took a quick peek past the door, which had been callously left ajar, noting the enemy positions. There were three of them in total, one of whom was manning the sniper rifle with unsympathetic pleasure. The other two were fiddling impatiently with a radio transmitter, tuning in on different frequencies. Boris was blindfolded and tied to a chair in the middle of the room, a dark pool of blood oozing out from a gaping wound on his right shin. The intentions of his incarcerators were indubitable. A chill ran down my spine as I contemplated the notion of failure and the pernicious repercussions it would entail, especially since Boris was the chief of intelligence for our unit. The unprecedented scenario, in which Boris could possibly be forced to divulge confidential information to the enemy, would be tantamount to jeopardizing the entire operation. The negative connotations and implications of his capture were irrefutable. Not to mention, Boris was my friend and brother in arms. But wouldn’t a rescue attempt endanger my life? I could perish alongside my comrades without accomplishing anything! My conscience tormented my soul as selfish thoughts attempted to cast aspersions on my noble resolve. Having overcome the devil within me, I took a deep breath and steadied my trembling hands, resting my finger resolutely on the cold, hard trigger of my rifle. Digging into the side compartment of my faded uniform, I pulled out a stun grenade. I bit the saftey pin and yanked down hard, hurling the ball of destiny into the room as I braced myself for the flash-bang. Swiftly negotiating a sharp turn into the room, I fired a volley of shots at my immobilized enemies as they lay on the parched concrete, jerking about with spasmodic movements. Brushing away a tinge of remorse, I freed Boris from the crudely crafted interrogation chair and shook his motionless body in a futile attempt to revive him. Realising the need to get Boris urgent medical attention, I lifted Boris up onto my weary shoulders and stumbled down the steep spiral staircase. Gunshots rang out from behind me as I entered the street and I felt a searing pain whip through my arm. My rifle fell out of my grasp but I continued my desperate run for cover towards the Russian line. I was greeted by the all too familiar Russian salute and collapsed in exhaustion onto the dented hood of a nearby Volkswagen. I winced as a medic tied a tourniquet around my arm. Luckily for me, the bullet had merely scraped my flesh, reducing the risk of complications arising from a nasty bullet extraction process. Boris had been sent to a makeshift first aid center for emergency treatment, and much to my relief, he wasn’t too far gone. I surveyed my surroundings, taking in the extensive destruction surrounding our unit. Commander Nikolai and some other high ranked officials were gathered in a small circle engaging in a heated debate. Their argument, though barely audible, was evidently rising in decibels. An unmistakable whirring sound grew in a sharp crescendo as a shell whistled overhead and landed just in front of our line. The shell came from behind our established front. With a new sense of urgency, we whipped our heads around only to confirm our worst fears. Another German Panzer division was heading towards us from our rear. The Germans had us in a pincer grip. I grabbed a nearby 14.5mm rifle and began to stage what I thought to be my last stand. "It was an honor serving with you, my comrades!" I exclaimed, addressing my doomed companions. As Germans in front and behind closed in on us, I braced myself for the inevitable. In the midst of the panic and confusion, I noticed, in my peripheral vision, commander Nikolai climbing up onto one of our tanks with a loud hailer in hand. Certainly he wasn’t that suicidal… Commander Nikolai gave a long hard stare towards the advancing fleet of German units and closed his eyes. With a flourish, he raised the loud hailer to his lips and the melodious, yet solemn lyrics of the Russian anthem floated through the air, rising over the monotonous gunfire and menacing rumbling of enemy tanks drawing closer. Soon, everyone joined in and our anthem echoed proudly through the streets of Berlin. With new resolve, I grabbed several anti-tank grenades, and along with a few other comrades, charged towards the advancing German tanks. The panzers opened fire on us, blasting large holes in the pavement, churning up clouds of debris and dust. A shell landed nearby and I was thrown off my feet, landing unceremoniously on my side. My vision clouded as I slipped into the abyss of darkness. The Russian anthem echoed around the hollows of my head, slowly fading away into a distant memory... To be continued...

I hate it when opponents self destruct for hp... I lost two matches today to this unsportsmanlike behaviour, especially since i couldn't bring myself to do it... Funny thing was, they were both m3 combos and the fact that they felt the need to cheat to win me was utterly ridiculous. This has occurred so many times i lost count... Once, i was winning a gen 6-3 7 flag match, guess what? He changed to prodigi and dictator thunder m3. Wth. Super ridiculous and annoying... I rage quit that match I think developers should really make a XP game mode...

Thanks for your kind words :) I wish you all the best :) Friend me on tank May the force be with you :p

I really how they select video of the week though :( I'll just have to keep trying I guess...

Dude, either we share some weird telepathy or you appreciate my story perhaps a tad too much :p For your benefit, please read this, especially guideline number 1 "Your entry will be judged on the following, in order of importance: 1. It must be your own work, completely original. Note that you don't need to continue the same writing style or tone from the first chapter. Write in your own style! 2. Content - it must be interesting, and something that has potential to continue on to be a great story. Do note that this is not the completion of Chapter 1, but rather another chapter, which will not end the story. 3. Quality of writing."

U killed Boris Roman style!!! O.o May he rest in pieces :p

I think it's because it isn't original... That exact sort of vid won VOTW before so yeah... That's the reason.

This is obviously targeted at the Russian community though... Is the English community losing out on many more such offers :( But thnx all who provided info :) Got my fair share of free crys :)

There are only 7 kits in total? That's a big reduction in variety!

:( No more m3 light kit...

Meh

Haha, good luck :)

Haha

Just to clear up a few misconceptions some of you may have about part 1. 1. Im writing from a Russian perspective (Nikolai is definitely a Russian name, no?) 2 The T-34 tank is a Russian tank 3. The Russians attacked Berlin on Hitler's birthday With careful reading, all this should be evident, however, some are still confused. Hope this helps :) May the force be with you B)

Never accept defeat before you even try ;)

Part 2: The Beginning of the End An hour had crept by since Boris' capture. With an overwhelming sense of helplessness, I glanced at the rusted and worn timepiece wrapped tautly around my wrist, a sharp reminder of the seconds crawling by with agonizing deliberation. Meanwhile, the confrontation between the German panzer corps and our attack force had died down to barely a whimper, with both sides assuming a tactical retreat to analyze their losses and regroup for another attack. Gingerly, I peered out the grimy window, careful to avoid the serrated fragments of glass hugging the remains of its warped and weathered frame. Glancing at the temporary military stalemate, it dawned on me that this was the prime opportunity to rescue my stricken comrade from the deleterious clutches of his captors. Silently, I ascended the stairs once again, muscles tensed and filled with apprehension. Soft murmuring in a foreign tongue became audible as I approached the doorway, punctuated by the staccato of gunshots emanating from the enemy sniper rifle. I took a quick peek past the door, which had been callously left ajar, noting the enemy positions. There were three of them in total, one of whom was manning the sniper rifle with unsympathetic pleasure. The other two were fiddling impatiently with a radio transmitter, tuning in on different frequencies. Boris was blindfolded and tied to a chair in the middle of the room, a dark pool of blood oozing out from a gaping wound on his right shin. The intentions of his incarcerators were indubitable. A chill ran down my spine as I contemplated the notion of failure and the pernicious repercussions it would entail, especially since Boris was the chief of intelligence for our unit. The unprecedented scenario, in which Boris could possibly be forced to divulge confidential information to the enemy, would be tantamount to jeopardizing the entire operation. The negative connotations and implications of his capture were irrefutable. Not to mention, Boris was my friend and brother in arms. But wouldn’t a rescue attempt endanger my life? I could perish alongside my comrades without accomplishing anything! My conscience tormented my soul as selfish thoughts attempted to cast aspersions on my noble resolve. Having overcome the devil within me, I took a deep breath and steadied my trembling hands, resting my finger resolutely on the cold, hard trigger of my rifle. Digging into the side compartment of my faded uniform, I pulled out a stun grenade. I bit the saftey pin and yanked down hard, hurling the ball of destiny into the room as I braced myself for the flash-bang. Swiftly negotiating a sharp turn into the room, I fired a volley of shots at my immobilized enemies as they lay on the parched concrete, jerking about with spasmodic movements. Brushing away a tinge of remorse, I freed Boris from the crudely crafted interrogation chair and shook his motionless body in a futile attempt to revive him. Realising the need to get Boris urgent medical attention, I lifted Boris up onto my weary shoulders and stumbled down the steep spiral staircase. Gunshots rang out from behind me as I entered the street and I felt a searing pain whip through my arm. My rifle fell out of my grasp but I continued my desperate run for cover towards the Russian line. I was greeted by the all too familiar Russian salute and collapsed in exhaustion onto the dented hood of a nearby Volkswagen. I winced as a medic tied a tourniquet around my arm. Luckily for me, the bullet had merely scraped my flesh, reducing the risk of complications arising from a nasty bullet extraction process. Boris had been sent to a makeshift first aid center for emergency treatment, and much to my relief, he wasn’t too far gone. I surveyed my surroundings, taking in the extensive destruction surrounding our unit. Commander Nikolai and some other high ranked officials were gathered in a small circle engaging in a heated debate. Their argument, though barely audible, was evidently rising in decibels. An unmistakable whirring sound grew in a sharp crescendo as a shell whistled overhead and landed just in front of our line. The shell came from behind our established front. With a new sense of urgency, we whipped our heads around only to confirm our worst fears. Another German Panzer division was heading towards us from our rear. The Germans had us in a pincer grip. I grabbed a nearby 14.5mm rifle and began to stage what I thought to be my last stand. "It was an honor serving with you, my comrades!" I exclaimed, addressing my doomed companions. As Germans in front and behind closed in on us, I braced myself for the inevitable. In the midst of the panic and confusion, I noticed, in my peripheral vision, commander Nikolai climbing up onto one of our tanks with a loud hailer in hand. Certainly he wasn’t that suicidal… Commander Nikolai gave a long hard stare towards the advancing fleet of German units and closed his eyes. With a flourish, he raised the loud hailer to his lips and the melodious, yet solemn lyrics of the Russian anthem floated through the air, rising over the monotonous gunfire and menacing rumbling of enemy tanks drawing closer. Soon, everyone joined in and our anthem echoed proudly through the streets of Berlin. With new resolve, I grabbed several anti-tank grenades, and along with a few other comrades, charged towards the advancing German tanks. The panzers opened fire on us, blasting large holes in the pavement, churning up clouds of debris and dust. A shell landed nearby and I was thrown off my feet, landing unceremoniously on my side. My vision clouded as I slipped into the abyss of darkness. The Russian anthem echoed around the hollows of my head, slowly fading away into a distant memory...

Kinda cool that you have such an awesome garage without actually buying crystals!!! Nice garage analysis! Hornet rail is my favorite combo :p

O.o how do I undo my downviote? It was meant to be an up vote!!!!

Impending Pandemic Threatens World With Oblivion Ever since the release of Tanki Online in 2008, doctors and rehabilitation centers have noticed a worrying trend-the numbers of patients seeking medical treatment have been increasing exponentially, with no sign of slowing down anytime soon. Conservative estimates have put the current number at about 5 million cases of severe compulsive drug abusers and victims of post traumatic stress disorder a month. 99.9% of these cases have been attributed to the culprit, Tanki Online. An interview with medical specialist Professor Kirby was interrupted by a hysterical bespectacled 12 year old boy mourning the loss of a gold box due to the infamous "fatal error", which has also been attributed to more than 70% of cases of early onset of alopecia and many other forms of hair loss in adolescent tankers. An exasperated psychiatrist, Dr Cloak, trembled, breaking out in cold sweat as he remarked "the number of concerned parents consulting me about their trigger happy children exhibiting symptoms of hypertension is freaking me out!" Following the brief interview, Dr Cloak disappeared down a mine shaft, leaving behind a self destruct note wrapped in his beloved cloak... His disappearance is shrouded in mystery and the police have deployed sniffer pigs (hoggies) in an attempt to solve the case. On with the news, international health organizations have expressed the need to reverse this worrying trend, and have stated that 'smart cool downs' was a step in the right direction. Certain healthcare professionals though, (a certain Mr Semyon perhaps?) have displayed an uncanny, and rather disturbing delight at the crisis at hand, hinting that it was 'good for business'. The WHO has issued an international health advisory, putting the world on red alert at a possible pandemic of Tanki Online with its impending release on Unity. Detected modes of transmission include but are not limited to social media, miniclip, word of mouth, Gamescom, and other dubious exhibitions . The insurgency has been named Severe Acute Tanki Syndrome (SATs) and the virus is fatal. Personal discretion is advised.

Nice, short, sweet and simple! Keep up the good work :)

Good luck to all other participants in part 2 :) May the force be with you B)

:) :) :) :) :) :)

Nice ;) But why does it sound so much like Startreck and Man of Steel? Cool stuff ;)

LOL ;)