A Halloween Night by Destroyiah Once upon a night, which gave all of a fright, a band of tanks gathered, to sum up all their might. Upon this night there may lay some gold, but the tankers were cold, ​at the thought of acting bold. Who would take it?, on Halloween Night, for the spectator chanted, 'let them fight!' But on Halloween Night, tankers will stand tall, against the harsh moonlight, of Halloween's Fall. Time was running short, for they were approaching the fort. Time was crawling, as night was falling. During all this, there was not but one tanker, who cranked the Smokey tight, for he would be the one, who owned the fight. Then the Box fell, as tanks went under a spell. So all went into the misty peril, as the Box fell through the Smokey barrel. So on Halloween Night, tanks will stand tall, against the harsh moonlight, of Halloween's Fall.

Echoing Signal Part 2 by Destroyiah Dr.Johnson picked up the telephone from the desk,"I need a Mrs.Hawking, tell her it's about her son" he put the phone back down, then rushed back to the operating table,grabbing an AED and latex gloves. "What's his pulse?" he asked. "He's going into cardiac arrest!"a nurse yelled over the medical doctors. Johnson pulled out the tabs and put them on the boy's chest since they had lost all their paddles. Hearing the cool female voice give the instructions he waited five seconds."Every clear off!"he yelled. At 1 he pressed the button which sent an electric shock through the boy's body. "His pulse is still not increasing sir!" the nurse yelled. "Get me the damn paddles then!"Johnson yelled. He flopped back in his chair, frustrated. It was time to do what he they had told him to do. Turning around, he caught a nurse by the arm;"Sarah, go get the freezer", and with that, the nurse ran off down the long halls of the hospital. "Were losing him!" Johnson picked up the phone again and dialed up the secretary. "Is Mrs.Hawking here?No?, well then you're just going to have to tell her that her son is about pass when she gets over here,Yes, I know, bye" he hung up and returned to the reality that he was going to lose a patient. Getting up from the chair he got the attention of the nurses and doctors. "Alright, there's nothing we can do but wait for Sarah to get back here with the freezer. Once we've put in the right sequencing patterns and shut him in our job will be done here". * * * Sarah lifted up the boy with Johnson and slid him into the tube. Dr.Johnson punched in a serious of codes on the computer and the tube slide shut. Andrew Hawking, the grandson of the famous Stephen Hawking, had just died of ALS. And now his brain was being preserved until they could find a way to resurrect him. The professionals told him that this would have had to happen. He was not going to age in that tube, because all human cell activity would have been impossible due to the extreme low temperatures. He was 'pausing his life' as they called it, while time continued all around him. He was unconscious in a tube that was -2,000 Celsius. He never knew that he would wake up to dawn of a new human era. Andrew Hawking would be saved from dying. But at price: Everybody he knew would be dead. Everything that he had ever know will have changed. Mankind itself would have advanced, and he would not be ready for it. * * *

I hope that were wrong But I wonder if it would be okay if i posted chapter ONE and TWO, I think that would be okay.

This is to Kirby: I just wanted to ask you if I could start a whole new story, if you don't mind. My last story was a little bad, so Im just going to write a whole new story altogether.

I called it! I knew you were going to win DarthVaderjonGTR! Congratulations! I just knew it was going to be you. Good job! Good luck on Chapter 2!

As I have announced earlier, this is just to get an idea of what are the most popular stories that players of tank online like. It is not to be decided on the winner.

RICO V.S RAIL What Weapon Should I buy?: Listen, I need YOU'RE help to and YOU'RE opinion on what I should buy Right Now I am thinking of buying an M1 hornet. I have already decided this, but I am having trouble deciding whether I should buy M1 railgun, by the time I am a Warrant Officer 3 or should I have an M1 rico? I would really appreciate you're advice, thank you!

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Look Out Folks! Chapter 2 of Where the Storm Came From Is coming next week!

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Look Out Tankers! As I have promised, the second chapter of blockbuster book: Where the Storm Came From, will be posted on September 30th! Here is the back cover of: Where the Storm Came From Five years ago a young hacker got started into the field of gaming. When he heard of 'tanki online' he was immediately interested in the graphics and 3D details. He then joined the game and became the dominant tank. He named the tank after an ancient English mythical being of power. Seymon Kirov had just announced that in the game, you get one try; Once you die in the game, you have to start all over. You know what happened to him. Five years now passed and tanker 'Rampage' has seen a small glimpse of the hacker. This is where the mystery of The Leviathan began. Not a tank stood in the way……… 'Rampage' reported this and it was agreed that this incident was a simple glitch in the system. But is The Leviathan really gone forever?

Darthy, thank you for you're comment, it will help with future posts of mine. Although you're suggestion about putting the names of the authors is a good point, I purposely excluded their nickname's due to the fact that some people will just vote on the story that was written by their friend or other stereotypes. But I will, however, be glad to announce the author's names of the top 5 stories selected once I have collected the results. Thank you, Destroyiah P.S, may you make a vote on you're favorite story?

#9: In the intense, pitch black, unlit darkness beneath the brutal and violent seas of the pacific, despite the crashing power of the waves, muffled under the dense waters below. The overcast of frothy pollution coated ocean waters created a chilling atmosphere. The pale algae hazed the sea floor making it difficult detect anything that lay hidden in the undergrowth. I gliding through the empty sea, unaware of the dormant dangers that may lurk nearby, Bearing in mind to take caution. Drifting along the weak flow of the current; exploring beyond this perilous, deserted underworld, swimming virtually without motion, almost limiting my breathing for a moment. The water smelt and tasted pungent with salt. Then all of a sudden it emerged out of nowhere. The most tiniest minuscule of movements I had detected seeming that I hadn't been in contact with civilization for years, alerting my starved body with the simulating taste of food and blood, reminding me that I hadn't eaten for five days. I knew what this meant. This flooded my organs with bodily hormones and adrenalin, failing to sustain the excitement. I broke in desperation and burst into instinct and infiltrated though the clouds of algae. Despite the prohibition of my sight, it was guaranteed my aim was on target. I penetrated through the thicker waters, climbing to the surface towards the dim glow of daylight. The crushing weight of the ocean sea released me as I surfaced for my kill. I perceived perfectly and instantly sunk my teeth into flesh and bone, spearing the unwilling victim in the torso and thrashing the body around in triumph, I knew the body was not a fish. The meat was warmer and succulent. The blood began to bleed heavily and ruby red goodness that was driving me to madness stained the ocean surface. The creature attempted to recede and escape, useless limbs pushed and thrusted against my head in frustration, followed by piercing wails in agony. I've heard similar cries as I ever heard them on the surface before, sharp and intense noises. 'CRAACKK!' The splashes continued and the cries grew louder down as I instinctively fastened my teeth into the creature’s abdomen, avoiding releasing my grip. Sooner, I’d sense others spotted our brawl in the far distance on the beaches, shouting in response. The animal gradually fell silent and departed. I withdrew underwater in distress with the carcass, hopefully without much detection from rivals who like steal my prize. I was victorious, carrying the blood-drenched corpse in my jaws. My adrenalin dropped and I was once calm again. I savored the flesh as most predators would, slowly chewing the rich tender innards first. I then swam back through my familiar hunting grounds away from the coast line to the secluded coral bays to consume. I go there because it’s a recognizable environment for me. With the dark, rocky coral for the benefit of my camouflage, the pests and bottom feeders cower in nearby crevasses as they see me float past. Near dying as the sea is, I wish I wouldn't have to venture to the surface to survive, but at the same time, ameliorating my methods to reach further gives me the power to remain dominant in my kingdom... (This was part of a piece written by me in secondary school for creative writing I've touched up on it a bit and sent it here) Thanks And Last But not Least, #10: Bravery Chapter I I woke up to the sounding of roaring M3 Thunders, just like on regular Sundays. But that Sunday was, in no way a regular day, for it was my first day of initiation. Serving my community in spectacular tank battles had always been my dream. Whether it comes to the outstanding range of tank combinations you are assigned to because of your skill level, or the high tech respawn technology which lets you keep fighting and never really die! I love it all. I live and breathe Tanki – the world’s greatest sport. My brother was also desperate to start his tanking career, but he was 10 years old. You start your career at 12 years. I strolled down the stairs full of joy and excitement for today I would become a new recruit for the English Community. I put my pre-packed bags in the car. I wished my family an emotional goodbye, for today was my last day I was staying at the house. I gave hugs to every family member as they wished me good luck. Few tears shed from my mother and my grandmother’s eyes. But my dad was always a strong person with a harder personality than my mum. My brother and I would dream of taking down other Generalissimos in style! So he told me to rank up as fast as possible and grab every Gold Box that I see. I saw flashes of memories as my father drove me to the Tanki HQ. I was really excited to be starting my journey to Generalissimo, but at the same time sad, for I missed my family so much. When we got out of the car, I gave him a huge hug and said goodbye. I would miss my mother and him the most out of my family. I turned and walked towards the Hub. As I walked through the automatic doors, I felt a rush of air. This was my first step to becoming a Generalissimo. On my left was a sign saying ‘New Recruits.’ As I approached the sign, I saw a crowd of people my age sitting in the waiting room. Most of them quiet, only the confident Recruits talking. But confident and talented are two different words right? You could immediately recognize that all of the girls were sat on the right and the boys on the left. In a couple of weeks this would surely change. There weren’t many free seats in the seating area, but I just managed to find one. I waited for fifteen minutes calling my family and saying goodbye for good. I wouldn’t see them again until open day in about a month. When initiation began, the examiners called upon different people to test what tank category they’d fit into. They called people four at a time, and I was called up with the sixth group. This was it. The moment I had been hoping for my entire life, what turret I would be assigned with. A tall man called me up with my tank name, “Hamztank please step into my test room.” Please Cast your Votes by simply posting the number of the story! The results of this survey will be posted on September 24th! Thank You, and have a good time on tanki online!

Here is #8: As I walk home, gales of wind lash at my face like a ceaseless whip. On top of that, I feel a sort of sensation telling me I am being watched. I swivel my head, only to stop and gaze in front of me, everything sparkling a conspicuous shade of red, from the intensity of the crimson sunset. I feel bad leaving the majestic sunset behind, a picturesque moment. I continue walking along the remote, empty streets. To be honest, it’s unnerving to walk along the streets at this time, shadows constantly bouncing around. As I continue walking, I look to my right, and only get a quick glance at a hooded figure, covered in black, clothes immaculate. I am only given ample time for fear to take shape within myself. I open my mouth to scream, only to find a cloth being raised against my face. For a fleeting moment I feel as if there is no effect, and adrenaline urges me inflict pain towards my attacker. I kick him and he doubles down, but then I feel everything fading, becoming increasingly blurry. I slump to the ground. ___________________ I hear voices, hushed voices speaking to each other. I slowly open my eyes, and a wave of grogginess washes over me. I look around the room I am being incarcerated in, to find nothing other than a toilet and a table, the rooms meticulously clean, walls painted a vibrant shade of yellow. All the memories of the previous night is a haze within my mind. As if I was a feeble old man, I arise from the cot I am held in, and move to the front of the “cell” in an attempt to hear the voices more clearly. The voices are like an old radio, too distant, and only providing snippets of conversation, “Jimmy cannot… could use floor… to get out.” Another voice, “Ransom… thousands… he cannot escape” After that, the voices raise to a crescendo, and an argument arises. What did they mean, talking about my escape, as if it was a tangible possibility? I am locked in a “prison”, and there is no apparent way to escape. ___________________ Days pass, days of hope for escape, until finally I set my eyes on my only chance out. I spot a loosened tile on the floor, that I could lift and go where it leads me to. Face caked in a mixture of concrete and sweat, I finally manage to pry open the tile. Beneath me is what seems to be an office, but abandoned, all items in it dilapidated. I open the only door in the office, creaking as it slowly inches open. Outside is somewhat of a yard, the sun shining above, while birds chirp harmoniously. The only thing separating me from escape is a small fence erected carelessly. I run, laughing in glee, pride swelling within myself. Suddenly, I hear a gunshot, followed by immense pain. I fall to the ground, paralysed by the pain.

Take A vote Tankers!: Tankers! Listen up! This is a survey to see what are the top 10 most favored stories that have been posted! This is just to get an idea for you to get about the best stories in the contest! This will only take a few minutes; Just read stories below and vote on your most favorite story! That's all it takes tankers! All votes are due september 23rd! Here are the top 10 stories! The first story: The Grand Offensive Part 1: The Invasion Commander Nikolai marched along the imposing row of tanks neatly lined up outside the defense perimeter of Berlin, the last German stronghold. "Comrades, today, we strive to bring glory to our motherland, and to annihilate these ingrates from the face of the Earth! They will feel our full power, wrath, and anger! Mercy is not ours to give! Let them taste our vengeance while we send them all to hell!" Sauntering over to a distraught looking soldier, he snatched the bottle of vodka from his trembling clutches, "save that for when Berlin is ours, comrade! Fear not, for victory is certain!" A mortar shell landed near my tank, the ground shook and the sound of confused shouting rang in my ears. The musty, yet familiar smell of gunpowder and charred metal perforated the already saturated air. Everyone scrambled to their offensive positions. "Happy birthday Hitler," Nikolai muttered under his breath. "All units, attack! Fire at will! For mother Russia!" Slowly, but surely, our formation of tanks began to advance, decimating all enemy troops in our path. Fierce resistance was met, with German troops and heavy gunfire bombarding our positions. Artillery shells whistled overhead as Gatling guns sought to inject rhythmical discipline into the chaos ensuing on the ground. "We need air support!" Colonel Alexei hollered, motioning to the radio. Soon, heavy artillery fire came from behind us into the German capital. Suddenly, a strange silence fell over the street we were besieging. Enemy movement had ceased. I looked to my fellow comrades, only to find the same confusion and puzzlement etched on their faces. The street seemed abandoned, save for the multitudes of fallen soldiers scattered like breadcrumbs across the brick pavement, their faces contorted beyond recognition and limbs strewn haphazardly across the blood stained mesh of concrete and mangled metal. The infantry inched forward tentatively, unsure and cautious at this unexpected development. A single gunshot reverberated around the deserted street. A lieutenant from the 6th Belorussian front gave a muffled cry of horror and stumbled backwards. I had noticed the flash of the shot, bearing origin from behind a window on the third floor of a battered building. The sniper had clearly been trying to establish the chain of command and had been relatively successful in doing so. "Contact from within the buildings! " The warning had barely left my lips when the windows of buildings from both sides of the deceptively empty street erupted in heavy machine gun fire. Abandoning our posts and breaking formation, we dived for cover behind overturned vehicles as our infantry units began to scale the stairs to take out the snipers. Our ten tanks lumbering in the middle of the street slowly turned their turrets, preparing to neutralize the threat. Bullets ricocheted off the thick heavy armor of the sturdy T-34 tanks like peanuts as the turrets of destruction took careful aim at the doomed resistance fighters seeking cover in the brittle concrete buildings. I clutched my assault rifle and tried to catch my breath. War was no stranger to me, but this was different. We had been caught completely off guard. Things could have gone much worse... I glanced at my companion Boris, seeking reassurance. He gave me a confident nod and motioned upwards. We were taking cover in one of the buildings and would try to take out the troops hiding upstairs. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as we scaled the stairs with unparalleled speed and dexterity. The rumbling sound of the German tanks rose over the noise of small arms fire and artillery shells. The German tank battalion had arrived. "Panzer Vor!!!" A loudspeaker resonated from the German line. Realising the advantage of higher ground, we hastened our climb to the top floor.We turned the final round of stairs, with Boris ahead as usual. Abruptly, Boris stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly, he laid his rifle down on the unforgiving concrete floor and raised his hands. The sound of a pistol cocking echoed around the stairwell. Beads of perspiration trickled down my forehead as the sudden raw realization dawned on my tormented soul. Swiftly, I ducked back down the stairwell as two pairs of scuff hairy arms pushed Boris into the room. For the first time in the war, I was at loss of what to do... To be continued Next Up #2: It was a dark, cold and shadowy night. My friends and I were walking down the street. The city was pitch-black, with the only serviceable light source being the full moon. I was walking with Robert and Boris which at times posed an inexorable dilemma – they were covered within the night. I was well out of breath, to such an extent that I was trudging down the grotesque street. It’s infuriating because it was never like this before. The town of Bymist was highly revered for being as clean as a whistle but it appears it’s been debased by today’s youth. “Anton, speed up the pace!” said Robert vehemently. He’s known for a while that I’ve been at a disadvantage when it comes to walking. You see, I’m a big lad; I’m not really a fan of exercise or anything that involves excessive movement. Due to that, I never really had a great childhood. My stature was a comedic gold mine. For years, I tried to whittle away at the pounds but it always amounted to nothing. That’s why, given that Robert and I have known each other for decades that he would acknowledge this and slow down for me. However, it seemed that was too much to ask. “HURRY UP!” Robert then screamed. “If you don’t speed up the pace, I’m leaving without you!” After hearing that boisterous voice, it became apparent that my unhurried demeanour was a problem here. “Leave him alone, Robert!” Boris then said in a venture to stick up for me. “Fine then!” Robert finally replied. “I really can’t stay here. I’m out.” At this point, it was certain that Robert was perturbed it was down to Boris and I to get to the root of the problem. “What’s the matter?!” Boris asked, clearly proving our thought patterns were similar just then. Robert just ignored him, however; he wasn’t prepared to give anything away. “Come on, we’re your friends!” I said, more enthusiastic than I’d been in a while. “Please stop!” barked Robert. “I don’t want you to be affiliated in anyway!” By then, I was able to break it down; I had concluded someone else was involved. “Who is it?” I said in a straight tone. “Who is troubling you?” By the expression that beamed off Robert’s face, it appeared that I was right. “I’ve said too much, I’ve got to go!” he then replied, before quickly storming off. Verily someone was bothering him, but we didn’t know why, and more significantly, who. I arrived at my trench and gave Boris the necessary send-off before slumping off inside. “Take my hand, dear” said my mother, in a futile attempt to get me out of the state I was in. I’ve known Robert from way back so seeing him like that really hit home. There was absolutely nothing I could do. "Please, dear" my mother then said. It appeared she was very worried about me. "You needn't worry" I responded, in an endeavour to reassure her. I didn’t know anything regarding the case, but one thing was certain; it’s that I would not rest until I found everything out. --- #3: Where The Storm Came From: Chapter One: Homecoming Five tanks are rolling in the dust, with the red flag in the middle, tanks all around me are celebrating, but I don't. Im supposed to be on the lookout for snipers, yet I'm goofing off. "Come on, start shooting at those snipe's!" I think. I swivel my rail' around the corner and send a bolt straight through a wasp just as it catches fire. "Piece of tin" I mutter . Every single tank has one life in this game, it was his fault he wasted it on a wasp. Just then all five tanks explode, I see the pellets of a shaft zooming all around, it happened so fast. In seconds I'm the only survivor, I stroll through the carcasses of my dead team members. I manage to get back the flag while the enemy is still reloading, I capture it right when a railgun line misses my hull by an inch. I take cover behind a small building. "Quick, I need to get to high ground! and fast" I tell myself. I pull out of cover, snatch up a health box, and make my way up ramps to the top of the map. Turns out I'm not the only one there, theres no time to think, I roll up next to the sniper and obliterate his puny little piece of tin. I do a 360 scan across the map and see three more tanks coming up to my little hideout, "get ready for a fight" I think as I'm reloading and mapping out my escape route. But before I can do anything else, I'm engulfed in flames, I jump out the side of the tower, 10 stories high. As Im falling the flamethrower guy is falling at my side, we both are spinning to the ground, but Im the only one who makes it; I fire a beautiful shot at him and the tank explodes as we continue to fall. Luckily I landed upright and now I roll as fast as I can to another safe hideout, just as ricochet pellets are missing all over me. My turret shoots parallel against my hull like an old pirate ship does. I smile in satisfaction as my enemy does a 360 flip from the explosion. Five new players have joined since the sudden turn of events. Realizing this is far too dangerous for me, I prepare to leave the battle out of cowardice, but right before I do, I see a tank with a fully upgraded Shaft and Viking, "wait no, that isn't a shaft, nor a viking!" I think, I cannot recognize the turret and hull, but it sure looks deadly. I am leaving the battle right when I catch a glimpse of it's title. What I see next will be what destroys hundreds of great tanks, a legendary tank, one that has been the dominant of them a long time ago, and it has come back from the grave……….. The Leviathan Remember, if you think your the best, don't be so sure.. ​To be continued next week………… Moving on to choice #4: Was a English assignment quite long ago... Terrlandor. The worst place in history. Where dictatorship rules, hungrily. Nothing but torture is present in the daily basis of peoples’ lives. Vicious, violent and venomous flames spat through the village houses of the city. No one could do anything but watch. Horrified, I gazed at the TV screen, watching the flashing headlines of the news. I was horrified and disgusted. People were screeching like bats in the dark as their houses were being burnt down. The poor villagers. They were always the victims of this horrendous torment. Our leader hated the villagers so he wanted to wipe them all out. This is because he wanted everyone to be urbanised. He hated the villages; he loved the city. This is due to his childhood; where he had lived in the village with his mother and father. His father was very harsh, he forbade him from crossing the border in which laid the city. Thus, as he lived his spiteful childhood, he had yearned to become a dominant leader who would live by the city and torture the villagers. The work of the dictatorship ruling our city was dreadful. They had the power which no one was able to stand against (well, no one had ever tried). They enjoyed every moment of it; torturing the innocent villagers. All we knew about our dictatorship leader was that it was a man. No one had ever seen him before but his workers. This suffering was enough! An idea crawled into my head. I had to meet the mysterious man who was overpowering us with torture and I had to question him of why he was doing so! Was all this worth it? Was there a reason behind his maliciousness? It was long back, about 60 years ago; when our leader’s father was the dictatorship. They passed on their leadership to the heirs. We had harsh laws and terrifying punishments. Once a group of prisoners had gone missing from their cells in prison, no one knew what happened to them. They were never seen again, guards had declared that they had escaped and were never found. But everyone knew that it was just a distortion to cover up the concealed truth. I headed outside to accomplish my goal. The grey, dreary clouds were disguising the sky like a spy. Lightning tore through the clouds as if it were in a race. Instantly, thunder boomed through the skies. BOOM! The ground shook. Acidic rain descended from the gloomy clouds. I hastily scurried under a shelter to prevent myself from getting soaked. Time drifted past, the rain finally stopped. I headed towards the lake. Across the lake was where the leader lived. No one ever dared to cross as it was over flowing with guards. In silence, I crept into the lake and dived underwater. At the corner of my eyes I detected something which I’ve never seen in my life. I gaped at the skeletons buried deep into the lake. I was gob-smacked… Now #5: ‘I cannot believe we got locked in! Locked . . . in a library!!’ ‘Look, James, I’m not the only one who forgot time. You were so stuck in that game, you looked as if you’d slipped into a coma.’ James’s heart thumped at his chest, and – strangely – reminded him of what the old machine guns must have sounded like during the First World War. ‘You are letting your imagination run away with you,’ said Ben. At that moment, a copy of ‘Worlds Greatest Tanks’ fell to the floor, followed by a copy of ‘Worlds Best Game’ by Tanki Online. ‘Crickey!!’ choked Ben, a knot of adrenalin bringing a tingle to his finger-tips (and, oddly, to his ear-lobes, too). ‘What? WHAT IS IT?!’ asked James. ‘I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!! Who would have thought it? Well . . . something is definitely odd about this place.’ ‘Yes . . . yes . . . that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, Ben!! We need to get out of here!’ ‘No, no, no. Not until we have put these books in the correct order. I cannot believe our librarians would over-look this. Now,THAT is creepy!!’ ‘I cannot believe this, Ben! We are stuck in this place all alone, and . . .’ ‘Firstly, James, we are not ALONE. If there’s one place where a person is definitely NOT all alone, it’s a library. We are surrounded by computers here. I haven't even got my daily prize yet!!!!! Suddenly, a SNAP, CRACK and a POP splits the coal-blackness. James and Ben felt the hairs on the nape of their necks stand to attention, as a desk-light turns on, painting surfaces in a sulphur-yellow wash. ‘Can I help you boys find a computer?’ said the resident librarian, eating her favourite bowl of cereal, Rice-Crispies ‘Librarians never sleep boys. Too many tanks to kill. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.’ And that was when Ben noticed: Miss ‘Resident Librarian’ cast no shadow. #6: Chapter 1: The Foreigner May 25th, 2020. 1400-1500 Hours UTC. It was May 25th. A great day for battles, especially with the x2 Battle Fund multiplier. Many happy battles were raging on, including the ever so often XP battle mode, which had just been implemented into the game. One XP battle, in sandbox, was receiving complaints from a few people, about the very annoying mult. A couple minutes later, once the moderators had gathered decent evidence, he was disconnected from the battle. "Nice job team." said Mr. Simone Keerov, pleased to see that he had such a talented team. It was then that a new situation, at 3:00pm occured. The Tanki team was getting a distress signal. Strangely enough, in the same battle. Little did the staff know that the next 3 months would be the most painful, struggle ever known to an online game. * May 25th, 2020. 1400 hours UTC. In the Sandbox XP battle. In that sandbox battle, a ferocious 2v2 XP battle was raging on. James and his friend, Alex, were badly beating the other team, 10-3, mostly as a result of the mult just taking boxes. A couple minutes later he was disconnected, as a result of being reported by his teammate and both James and Alex, who were wanting a real challenge. Abruptly, the battle slot was immediately taken by the usename of GodMode_DEAD. "Who was this weird person?" everyone inquired. He spawned, and it looked to be the weirdest tank ever seen. It was not one of the tanks from Tanki. Instead, its metal looked a little rustic, and looked to be a tank somewhat in the past. It looked fairly similar to a wasp, except it seemed to have filled in the gap in the wasp tank. It's turret was like a little stub, just like the shape of a tree stump (just a little skinnier) On the sides it had an odd symbol: A star with a circle around it. "What is this piece if junk metal?' asked Alex. James thought it looked vaguely familiar. Suddenly, a flashback: 'James was surfing the web, for any tank games he could find. Then he came across World of Tanks. He remembered how the long and seemingly endless the download seemed. After the agonizing download, he started happily playing it. The first tank he ever played though, was the T1 Cunningham.' James snapped back into reality. He looked at the mysterious tank. "Oh my gosh." He exclaimed. "That's obviously not from Tanki, that's a tank from...." Alex stared at his friend, James, waiting for him to finish the sentence, but instead he saw the bullet holes in the front hull of the tank. Then he felt it too, smashing into his side. The foreign tank, was shooting its rapid fire machine gun. Coming Up #7: Ghosts Vs Aliens: The age of Extinction It was a sunny usual day in the Tanki Way Galaxy, young privates busy polishing their tracks, having their morning power-ups 'drugs'. Then gold boxes started appearing on various maps. But before anyone could grab these boxes, the message appeared-"The Ghost has tank the gold box". It became a huge mystery world wide. A few days passed by withing anything interesting and gradually the tankers forgot about the accident. Life went back to normal, The 26th issue of the tanki newspaper, the rusty barrels and everything usual.Then one day the virtual skies of every map turned RED. Dark anti-crystal boxes started raining. Any tank that dared to move was turned to ashes. There was terror and many maps crumbled like paper into giant black holes. Large Tank-flies appeared on the remaining maps. What were they? Extra-Terrestrial-Tanks! They were equipped with queer weapons. Paints that absorbed energy, Chemical Gas Weapons that melted the whole tank away, mines that could kill every tank on the map, Wrap Drive engines that could jump from map to map, some indescribable things which gave frights and haunted tank dreams. Only they knew what else they had up their sleeves. When the developers went to talk in peace, it was clear that they didn't want peace. They ate the developers and sent the tank tracks back as a sign of "The Extinction of Tankanity". First they sent toys, we had a hard time but managed to survive. Then they sent Light tanks which reduced our numbers to half, we still held. But then they sent the Gladiator, armed in his bloody turret mask, brutal singularity(gravitational) flank and anti matter mines. The lubricant of thousands of innocent tanks was marking the path of its tracks on the ground. Then as a sign of war he shot into the sky a huge volley of nukes. At the sight of his fury, many privates left their posts and ran into their garages. But even before they went inside, they turned into molten metal. Then he roared his engines and filled the air with fear. Even the Clan leaders stood helpless watching young tanks melt. But suddenly something strange happen. The Gladiator as if he had seen a ghost, went wild and leaked fuel on spot. The Tanks world wide then got the answer to "The Ghost has tank the gold box" mystery. A Shadow of a rusted German Panzer, charging a solar beam, on top of a broken lighthouse. The old tank fired the beam on the Gladiator but he used wrap drive to flee. Then the shadow too melted away. Researches world wide started searching for answers. A myth, a rural legend. According to that myth, Millions of centuries ago there existed a highly advanced civilization. But because of conflicts they split into two. One group took to the skies and swore to return only to destroy the terrestrial race. The terrestrials too prepared for war. They slept for ages to fight when the enemy returned. Now when the fliers came back the whole army will awake and the battle will raze for centuries. The dark crystal boxes already took the crystals of thousand innocent tanks and yet didn't stop. A small task force of the best Tommandos was sent to steal tech from both sides. On its way to the ship of the crusaders, the Alpha squad encountered a patrol Howitzer. The brutal gun was standing near a pile of turrets. It aimed at them, hit the Battalion Commander and reduced him to a pile of pixels. A brave Captain uncovered his bayonet and drove right into the beast. The beast charged Life - Drain gun...... The end of Chapter one. Want to find out what happen next? Did he kill the Howitzer or Did he end up as a "Tasty Snack"? Find out what happen to the Brave Captain in Chapter two. Stay tuned for Chapter two.