Inner truths Part 3 Disclosure He did not slit my throat. I am still more valuable alive. He will be demanding answers. But my mind is gloomy chamber locked by darkness. He leant against the wall with thin lips clinching the cigarette. Boy handed me wine-bottle timidly. „ Drink up. Yes the whole lot.... Go on, maybe it will loosen your tongue“ Can I say No to an armed man? For God´s sake. It might actually be one of the vilest wines I ever tasted. It´s gone bad, smells like a damp basement, musty, with a hint of a raisin. This I would not serve to my worst enemy. „So my friend, how does it taste? Sweet like a Port wine? Though I think red wine should not taste like Port. ..... But lets get back to the point. What an ingenious idea bobbed up in your head to keep both – contraband and money. You naively thought your five finger discount can be brushed under. But you did not reckon with this in your plan. Come to think of it, your son must be disappointed.“ Demons working for this beast disguised as human trying to fool me. It can not be. What kind of father endangers his own blood – a rotten bootlegger like me. Blurred pictures of the boy haunted me. They were last silent cries of my subconscious. Beset by unawareness. I am lead to him all this time. Cold blade snatches me from guilt feelings. Razor edge peregrinates accros my cheek with blood leaking out from shallow wound. Those eyes mirror a pathological lack of emotions. „Spit it up! Where you hid my money and contraband.“ Tossed memories compile into mozaic. I chiselled money out of him. I am DEAD man! He will kill me without hesitation if he will not get what he wants. But... Wait! T-That gun. Is he not aware of her presence. It might be a ticket from this situation. I spurn the guy towards the wall and desperatly try to reach it. I grab it from dusty floor, but he remaines rather calm . The boy steps back observing the course of events with morbid curiosity of child. "This will not solve your problems." I aim on his shoulder. Could easily redrill his head with bullet, but my only intention is to stop him. As he advances towards me, I press on the trigger. Click... click ..click. No load. He leers at me maliciously. Pedro! Bring the boy!!!

which one is the 3403rd post i am lost sorry XD

swamp? how did you get it.. pure curiosity :)

The pictures are really awesome. Good job everyone :)

remove this ASAP .. thank you :angry:

winners will be announced on next issue (new issue comes out last friday of the month (usually)) which means that the prices will be send probably first july week

When i think of it, devs must really like Wolfenstein series :D, new years quest also had a reference with wolfenstein and now again 'BJBlazkowicz face. Devs slaughter some Nazis in their free time :ph34r:

This is my entry. Hope you will like it ^_^ Program I used: MS Paint Paint: Universe Paint on tank is here:

i learn it from this micah7586 guide:

you can do it on both accs i think (if you have time to do it on both which should not be a problem)

actually i think all entries won. i think there was only 5 entries so congrats guys :D

I opened the contest topic, i read the questions, i moved to try luck in another contest. But good luck guys :D

INNER TRUTHS PART TWO – BURDEN Dazzling gleam overran my entity. Suns' glare magnified infernal pain in my head. Palm covered my eyes by instinct, for moment my sight focused again on throbbing arm marked by inexplainable scar. Utterly dazed and intimidated by recent situation, I made few steps forward from the massive doors. Ambient did not offer much to explore, still no answers at dispousal, only few clues to follow. This place, arguably years with no human dwellers, was gradually devoured by nature. All signs of human inherence entombed under realm of trees, bushes and forest weeds. Only mediocare solitary hut, opposite to the rubble I just left, was somehow able to resist combined efforts of time and mother nature to some degree. I stood there, at a loss, with mind trapped in whirlwind of cogitations. Who am I ? Where am I ? Why I was left here ? Who did this to me ? ..... Ploughing a lonely furrow. Me and myself. With nasty souvenir. Left in pitiful life conditions. Loitering in mid of nowhere. Maybe with someone on my tail. Who might come back. Come back to finish the job........... What a miserable future prospects. My earthly remains were about to collapse. Symptoms of dehydratation manifested. Apathy, drought of mouth, oppresive headache. Sweat trickled down my face and my drenched shirt accumulated it. I spotted reflection of water in old barrel under the window to the hut. I hoped it will contain salvation. I leant down. The fluid could hardly be likened to water. Rust gave it copper coloration with scent of decay. I had my back to the wall. Thirst could not be drown back so I drank from the barrel. I glanced inside the hut to find anything that could provide me any kind of help. What I spotted abhorred me. Unconscious boy, knee-high to a grasshopper, was lying on the floor. His face looked beaten and he had awful bite wounds on his legs, probably from new four-legged frontagers of hut. Like a shot I tried to open the doors, but surprisingly there was a lock on them. I took heavy rock from the ground and knocked it off. I bent down to him and checked his heartbeat. He was alive. But what will I do with him? In my current state I could hardly take care of myself. His presence gave rise to another questions. Who is he and how is he connected to me, to this place, to my vision? I dressed his wounds, but suddenly something or rather someone broke the silence. I grabbed nearby iron bar with desperation of haunted animal in tight corner. I proceeded towards the sound. Proceeded towards a person who might be behind all of this. Perhaps, one and only one person that could provide me answers. Answers that lead to truth. Cause truth will out!

my entry :)

nailed it :D

Oooh i give up on this contest , I really wanted to participate but it was more pain than gain -_- Finding a battle or creating one with some players turned out to be a major problem. I found and created few Valleys and Molotovs, but they ended with players not joining or quiting very soon. From those few complete battles non a single gold dropped not even thinking about capturing like 2. Probably a bad luck on my side. Congrats to whoever win this contest ;) . I am going back to Noises, Silences and other popular ones B)

nice contest and congrats to all speedy mathematicians :)

it must be story about tanks or it could be something random...(like crime story with murder)?

nice contest, good luck everyone be speedy and find the right answers :D i would also like to see a right answers from before.... just curious where did tankers make most mistakes

The Brixton crimes Chapter 1 - Kidnap Teardrops were slowly landing on window, composing the unreadable mosaic of gloominess. Just a common day in life of duty-exhausted detective Jeff Adams. Gently seated in his comfy armchair and deeply buried in fresh newspapers, he sipped from his cup of coffee. His eyes travelled from one line to another, but his focus was distracted by desired thought of retirement. Rover Boy days in police uniform faded long time ago and Adams sensed it was time to clear the old junk from his desk to provide space for some red-hot newbie. Only ear-splitting sound of phone call awakened him from delightful dreaming. A: „Adams!“ J: „Hey boss, new case, missing women. Angell town, Atlantic road 5.“ A: „I'll Be there in 15 mins!“ .... ... ... The man on the other side of phone was Jones. He was manful, good-looking guy in his thirties, but his appearance was in contrast to his timid nature. A Johnny-come-lately in district, where Jeff worked a good 25 years now and also his partner. Adams was not even able to finish the sentence, when Jones hang up the phone. He cast on his overworn cloak and hit the road. Nothing good was awaiting in Brixton. It was a well known place of drugs, gang culture and crime. When Adams arrived to crime scene, Jones was already confessing an older women, 40 to 45 years old. Jones was like a charming blue jacket on a ghost ship, she a flirting Siren. She had that lascivious smile on her face, while she button and unbutton up the upper knob of her blouse several times. The fact he looked like a love interest in her eyes was evident, despite the terrible act that occured just minutes ago. J: " Ma'am, did you know victim personally?“ OW: " Umm No Mr. Detective. She was kind of weird. From time she moved to our house unit, I spotted her only few times. Actually when I think of it now she always looked ....ahm... J: " H-How, how did she looked?" OW: " Well .... nervous, and .... scared like she was running from somebody...." J: " Do you know what happened here? OW: " I heard noises, crashing of glass... and then just fearsome cry. I looked through jalousie and saw older delivery truck furiously riding away, then I dialed 911. Adams briefly smirked, seeing Jones's terrain inteligence work, and went straight to room guarded by policemen. It was literally booze joint, a place were you would not like to spend even one night of your life. As he entered the room, first proofs of crime came to light. Boot out doors, broken glass, demolished furniture and ... mysterious unwrapped box lying next to flowering blossom of sakura. To be continued..... (A = Adams, J = Jones, OW = older women) +/- 450 words

i feel like this so called rebalances are mostly just about swaping "OP" status between turrets

something must be wrong with our mouse controls :D

this is my brothers entry, wish him good luck :)

it does not have to be their faces, but i think you need to have at least something from v log in your entry, it can be anything, a tank or something else, literally anything they showed in v log