Agreed. It also has amazing speed and enough HP to last a while in a fight. A good voice for everything except isida.(maybe, that is my opinion.)

Agreed to the maximum. Works amazing with tundra. You survive two railgun M1 or M2 shots! A great caper.

Hey, I might be able to come! And as for being a reporter, good job! Kinda funny I meet you like a week before that was posted! BTW, I have been trying your match, Thunder-Dictator and it works awesome!!

I looked at the price for other hulls unlocked at recruit and they are all 100 crystals. I think the hunter would be the same price, don't you?

Okay:)

Agreed.

Lets do the math: Railgun M1 at max damage does 115 damage. Railgun M3 deals 164 MAX. M1 hunter has 165 health. Tundra takes off 30% of railgun damage. So a M1 railgun shot with protections accounted for equals 115 X 0.7=80.5 damage per shot. two M1 railgun shots means 80.5 X 2=161.0 damage. M1 hunter has 165. So, M1 hunter can survive two M1 railgun shots and still drive. Now M3 railgun can't take out a M1 hunter no protection as 165-164=1. Hunter still lives, but has hardly any life left. Add in the tundra protections 164 X 0.7=114.8 damage. As seen, 114.8 X 2=229.6 damage while M1 hunter only has 165 health. M1 hunter cannot survive two M3 Railgun shots. P.S. The numbers used are not MUed.

Believe me, it is worth it. I have M1 hunter and its my favorite hull. You can play anywhere midfield, attack, and base defense.

Yep, but I am talking about M1 Rail shots. I don't have any MUs for hunter or tundra, but it still works. try it.

Nice sale!:) Will try to get it M1 on the sale. Should work great with my M1 hunter. Nice picture Seymon.

Well I got hunter M1 on the halloween sale and that has now become my main hull that I use. It pairs PERFECTLY with my Thunder. :) Also, if you have tundra equipped on hunter, it takes three hits from railgun M1 to kill!!!

Part Three: No News Is Good News I awoke in a dark, dreary, and broken-down excuse for a cell. The windows, all boarded up, hardly let in enough light to see by, and dust was everywhere. Broken bits of furniture and wallpaper told me this had once been a fancy apartment for the rich of Germany. My position itself was not comfortable either, lying on my back with my hands tied beneath my aching body. As I worked myself into a sitting posture, I heard voices from the other side of the wall. “He calls for us to be brave and fearless on the battlefield, giving OUR lives for the sake of protecting him! The coward!” came the first voice, “I wish I could put a knife between his ribs!” “You may not have to.” The reply was calm, consistent, and lacked any trace of emotion, “I hear Hitler has committed suicide.” “What? He not only takes OUR lives from us, but he robs me of revenge as well! The coward!” That was all I needed to hear. Now that my eyes had adjusted to the faint light filtering through the window’s broken glass and heavy boards, I could make out a single nail poking through the underside of an upturned floorboard. I frantically began rubbing the rawhide rope that bound my wrists together against the rusted nail, and lay exhausted when the rope finally snapped in two. Quickly taking my emergency rations from my belt, I hurriedly ate them. Feeling somewhat stronger, I began to search for a way out of the dismal room. Suddenly I tripped on a pile of scattered metal and collapsed in a heap. What a din that made! Immediately all noise from the other room was silenced. The quietness was broken by a key jiggling in the cell door’s lock. Swiftly but quietly, I grasped a metal bar from the pile, and leaped forward, right as the door swung open revealing two high-ranking Nazi officers. Catching the Germans off guard, I dispatched both of them, stripped them of their weapons, and moved into the next room, trying to find evidence of what I had heard. During my investigation, I discovered a trapdoor in the ceiling, which led to a secret passageway. Finally I located what I was searching for: a note that stated bluntly that Hitler had committed suicide! Stuffing the note in my pocket, I detected footsteps in the hallway coming toward my position. Peeking stealthily around the door, I almost gave a shout because there, walking toward my hiding place was a man looking exactly like myself! Behind him marched two German soldiers carrying between them a limp form wearing a Russian uniform. Aiming my shotgun, which I had acquired while searching the room, I promptly shot down my look-alike and his two surprised cohorts. * * * * * * * * * * * A splash of water revived me, and I opened my eyes. There was Boris, standing over me with a shotgun clenched in one hand, and a now empty pitcher in the other. “Why did you betray me?” I blurted out. “I didn’t.” Boris shot back. Then he rose and stepped over the dead German guards, to the body of a man who looked EXACTLY like Boris. Dragging the corpse back to where I slouched against the wall, Boris reached underneath the dead man’s chin and pulled off a mask. I gasped out loud, for there in front of me lay the body of no other than Commander Nikolai.

Great sale devs!!!!! Will make use of it for the passes and THUNDER M1 and HUNTER M1. WhohOOOOOO!!

Nice job Tanki Devs. Tundra here I come!!

Seymon, you should make it so we can guess the question of the week in the forum! If you do, here's my guess: Magistral.

What? Nice going Tanki developers. The old kits were fine and then you just give us BAD kits. Have you ever thought about what people want to buy? And the new kits don't have paints. They are also only like 25% off instead of 50%. I was looking forward to the hull kit.

Question: why is there a shaft-dictator on the picture? Is it a hint to the next sale?

CHAPTER 2 I stumbled down the stairs in shock. I needed to find someone. Something to comfort me. Comfort. It didn't look like one could find anything in the charred mass of artillery shells, broken bodies, and rubble. In my mind I tried to make sense of all that was going on around me. How was Boris doing? I knew Germans were notorious for their torture methods, but what about when the war was finished? I shuddered visibly. I felt cold griping fear for Boris, for if he was returned, it would be as a prisoner of war. Stalin never treated them well. In fact it is a hell hole to go to the work camps. Still, I was a "good" soviet soldier only thinking about what to do for my country. At least, that is what I was supposed to do. Now I only felt like grieving for Boris. If he was alive, he would be tortured. If dead, he was gone, if returned, he would be worked to death. Action must be taken. Who could take action better than captain Nikolai? He wouldn't understand one man's life, but would order an attack if I told him that the hated building was actually the center for sniping operations. I didn't mind lying. It was in every soviet's nature. Lie to eat, sleep, and survive. My mind made up, I raced down the street to find the captain. I was so concentrated on this task that I never noticed what lay right were I was about to place my foot.

CLASSIC SYBOL CALLED INTO QUESTION!! "Why is it called dictator?" I was lost for words. This was strange. ABSOLUTELY strange. "What do you mean?", I typed back. "Why is the news source called dictator? It doesn't make any sense." At this I was flabbergasted. It was the first time I had ever heard a bit of critic for this column. After thinking about it for all of five seconds, I replied: "I don't know." "Will you find out?", was the typed reply. Coming to think about it was interesting. What did the name imply? Was it that dictator is so high and lofty? I mean, it's high enough to over shot most things. Is that what the name implies? That they overshoot the facts? Or is it that the slope is upward, suggesting that the column is going up in truthfulness? Not likely. Still, why not call it "WASP". Hmmmmm.......I don't think that would be nice. After all wasp is TINY. Still dictator works and to me that's excuse enough. That and "in love" paint for guys.

Come on TO devs. Make the sale last a day. I won't be able to get this because I'll be doing school.

The Best Battle Chapter 1 There was much debate, but no decision. Capture the Flag? Team Death Match? Pro Battle? My friends and I had just spent three hours discussing what was the best battle in Tanki Online. The discussion had gotten to where we were stumped on one subject: Game mode. Finally we decided to settle the issue by setting up eight twenty minute games of four on four, or eight players, with two maps: Polygon and Cross. In each map there would be four games: Death Match, Team Death Match, Capture the Flag, and Control Points. The winning game mode would be determined by size of the battle fund. We would start the next day at 12:00 UTC. That night I lay on my bed wondering about the next day. How does one sleep when there is a lingering question on one’s mind? The house creaked as it settled down for the night. What should I use tomorrow while playing those rounds? The room grew darker. Would my opponents play as Freeze, the gun I can never beat? An eerie silence settled in the room. Questions went through my mind unanswered. Storm clouds covered the moon. What would happen tomorrow?

YESSS!! Finally a good sale. Will want crystals if tanki gave me bonus card today fingers crossed!