The Gold Box
Chapter 1 : A Little Background
Twas mid day in a lovely winter in the TO map named island. The majestic map was very graceful as it floated the horizon using it's kinetic energy. And in case you didn't know, my name is Blanch the tank. I rode the smooth terrain of island, beaten up by the notorious dictator named Firey Bird. The name of which he was given by his parents, Raily and Hammy, was very similar of what he preferred in the battle field. The young adult was ruthless and always had to smack talk to the other tanks.
Chapter 2 : Tensions Aboil
I had always been a fan of the Pro Battles, I didn't like to be around the drug using tanks. My parents taught me well, and I know they are very bad. The other day at Tank School, I had learned some new strategies on how to successfully receive the mystical GOLD BOX. My wondrous teacher Mrs. Tundra had taught me that the Freeze Turret was a good alternative to slow other tanks from getting GOLD BOXES. But suddenly, I stopped day dreaming. I heard a sound I well knew. It was the GOLD BOX alarm. It sounded like a nuke alarm was ready to activate, and the adrenalin rushed through me, from the tip of my turret to the back of my hull. The dictator quickly and fiercely made the decision to kill everyone in his path. As I tilted my turret upwards I saw the mystical elemental being slowly decrease in height, and the shadow formed on he ground. As I watched the gold fall down, I could hear the wisp of the Firebird turret spew it's flames out of it's rusty barrel and kill my very teammate. That was when I made my chance. The Dictator had his notorious Firebird directed in the way that he had previously killed my teammate, the opposite way I was facing. The tank had damage, I could see the ricochet pellet marks on the front of his Broad tank. That's when I knew that it was the perfect moment. I rushed my scarred and burnt Hornet towards the back of the beast. I gave away my precious ice and spewed the freezing formula of special chemicals on the back of his gigantic hull, but before I knew it, the Firebird was directly facing me. I could see the barrel inflame with fire and it sprayed the air as it heated me. I could feel the flames engulf me, but I kept on releasing the ice. The fire jolted to a stop and there was a large explosion from the Dictator. The tank disintegrated into the air as another bad soul had been distinguished by my now fearsome freeze turret. The gold was only feet above my freeze turret, and I watched the majestic being float down on me as the parachute depleted into thin air. And in that moment, I knew I beat the notorious Dictator.
Chapter 3 : Enemies are Always Friends
After catching the GOLD BOX, my heart rate decreased and my adrenalin depleted. My soul filled with joy and I relaxed knowing I beat the beast. I had then seen a change in heart in the so called "Beast." He rejoiced himself as he acknowledged my defeat over him, which was a great accomplishment. We had a chat from know and then until sooner or later, as the battle fund increased, the battle grew to a close. I left the battle in happiness, but I was also sad because the so called "Beast" was actually very friendly. So before he got away from the ashamed loss, I friended him.
THE END -Zforcer
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