I would like to see one on Gravity. I just recently found it but I haven't seen a single match on it. Can't decipher much but its like its normally played sister, Atra.

Awesome! Now, I'll have to rethink my choices after such an amazon persuasive essay has been presented. Good job! I thought you should be writing for other political causes...

I would like to get 10 000, but 50 000 would be a BIG bonus.

I would just like to ask if coloured font is allowed (it does allow them to have a slight advantage) but nevertheless, I would like to try and enter... Chapter 1 Outside, the sun beat down mercilessly on everyone. But in his brain, it was freezing. Bridges and buildings were all around him and snow covered the whole place. His fingers on his right hand laid on the arrow keys on the keyboard while the ones on his left on "Z, X, C and the Space." His tank laid in the middle of a realistic map. Other tanks stood around him. His fingers felt cold as he moved around, warming up after a long break from it. After turning a few rounds, (about four), he got into action. He glared on the monitor as he drove to the extreme left. Navigating through a maze wasn't hard, but the pressure of a mine, a shaft, a rail gun or even worse, a firebird or freeze right behind made everything double hard. He stopped half way through and eyed the flag. The red thing sticking out of nowhere. Seeing motivation in front of him, in his Hornet, he navigated through the maze. Quickly, he came down the slope. Blue tankers stood around. He was like a fish out of water. Eluding everyone, he pressed '2' and ran for the flag like a suicide bomber. He was thinking that everyone wouldn't know. Little did he know that he was wrong. Three tankers quickly turned around. "No, no, no..." he prayed. He turned at the end of one of the buildings and made a run for it. No sooner had he done so did a few red balls whiz past him. "Please, please..." he mouthed. His health bar shrunk quickly. Quickly, he slammed his finger on '1'. However, it was all too late. On his screen showed "795739482 has lost the flag", followed by "94685937 has returned the flag". "Why is everyone in tanki so un-co-operative? When I get the flag why does no one help me?" He mumbled. That was what he always felt. Suddenly, he heard a sound. His hands abruptly shot up. He stood up and walked around the house once. He instantly felt that his hands were cold. Nothing. "These useless disruptions! Always irritating me from my peaceful game!" He mouthed some :)distinctly chosen exclusive :) vulgarities and spat them out. He placed his hand on the keyboard again as his hands shivered. He had just died again "because of that stupid sound" he moaned. Then, an orange sentence flashed. "Gold Box Will Be Dropped Soon" ~~Chapter 1 End~~ In Case Anyone was wondering, I am writing of someone secretly playing. But of course, anyone is welcome to think of it in a different way. Hope everyone likes it! :) ps. Are we allowed to edit? :) Edit 1: In :) brackets. Like :) example :) Edit 2: I'm trying to describe winter Serpuhov. Hope it worked...