lmao I totally get what you mean! :lol: I may have Minotaur, but its still so annoying having to do full counterdrugs on those people who sit there trying to run over your team.

Its a pretty reliable choice since 50% isn't way much better than 40%. Might as well go for it.

Lets just say that I've had close encounters with depression and suicidal urges within my friends, acquaintances, and myself. I came to terms with my own issues but there are still so many people who hurt so much.

ahahaha lol :D Seriously though. -_-

Grant was falling. It wasn’t a bad feeling, merely quite unsettling. The ground approached, and he was nothing. Memories swam hazily, attempting to gain attention. He and his sister Lillia were once again dashing about a yard, laughing joyfully. The world spun more and he was at school, watching as classmates mocked and injured him after standing up for her. Another dizzying swirl. His sister was in the hospital with a terminal disease. Lillia gave a weak grin, and his world collapsed into a vortex of sadness, like a hurricane of tears. She said three last quiet words that pierced the confusion: “I love you.” As she slowly inhaled one final breath, Grant closed his eyes and his reality rotated once more. The earth hurtled towards him, and he prepared to greet it as a good friend. Loud clanks of pots and pans woke him up. Grant groaned and hastily arose from bed, briefly pausing before a mirror to run his hands through his messy black hair. Exiting the door, he grabbed his backpack and his computer on the way downstairs. School like any other day, and another day of dullness and stagnant thoughts. Grant plastered on a fake smile as he passed his mom, who beamed back at him. It was a mere facade to hide what was within. A glance at his watch informed him he would be late for school if he paused for a morning meal. With a sigh of disappointment, he got onto his bicycle and rode towards the school. The day was grey and gloomy, with fog as thick as his abuela’s tortilla soup. A car shot past, drenching him with filth. Grant was motionless with disbelief and then cried out a few choice swears to the injustice of the universe. His heart sank as he slowly traveled the rest of the way to school. A tardy slip was waved in his face upon entry, but it barely registered. It wasn’t something that mattered any longer. Trigonometry class was first period, and it drifted past. Grant felt numb the whole time, partly from boredom, along with additional other factors. Afterwards his teacher pulled him aside. “Grant, is there something wrong?” She asked gently. Grant shook his head mutely. The teacher sighed as Grant left. He was a concerning student, always so withdrawn and distant. The rest of the day was uneventful, merely homework and halfhearted banter with classmates. Final bell hailed the end of the day. Upon departure, the image of Lillia’s old locker made him pause. Grant rested his head against the cold metal, her last words echoing in his mind. It could not shake the deep sense of sorrow. Students leaked from the hallway and Grant eventually left. With a click, his bike was unbound and mounted. A very different route from normal was in progress. Roads blurred by, merely paths to a final destination. The grey sky had further darkened into the hue of an aged anvil, that a blacksmith is preparing to strike noisily with great gusto. He halted near the start of a bridge and began to walk his bike across. Grant stopped near the center and peered over the edge, searching for singing sirens. The horizon pulled at his sight and he spoke to the ocean. “Do you know loss?” The ocean surged quietly and whispered back. “You were always good enough. You are a beautiful thing, a masterpiece. I know loss, for the sun steals parts of me away constantly.” The water swirled about mildly faster. Grant rested his head in his hands and muttered hoarsely. "You have never known real loss. Everything you have returns to you, but I have lost a part of my heart forever.” The waves slapped loudly against the supports below, but the ocean did not speak again. The wind discerned the sounds of hurt from afar and joined the child. She caressed him gently with her soft breeze. “This is not life. You are merely seeing the dark; soon there will be light.” Grant looked up with at the waters with dulled eyes. “Everything is dark when the things that provide light are gone. There cannot be illumination without a lamp.” The wind blew more forcefully to gain his attention. She stirred the ocean to action and pushed the moisture from the clouds. “Lillia loved you to the very end! Your mother is searching for you as we speak! You are not alone!” Grant cried out in sadness. “Do not mention her! I miss Lillia every day, and she was one of the few people who truly loved me!” He looked up at the bleak rainy sky. “But Lillia is gone, and with her that love. I will not search for something that no longer exists.” The gale intensified, attempting to dissuade. A rumble of thunder rolled across the area, and a bolt of lightning streaked across the dark heavens surrounding the bridge. The water streamed across his face, mixing with burning tears. “You cannot stop me.” Grant stood up a little straighter as the storm raged. The air was charged with intensity, as if the world felt the war taking place in one boy’s heart. Hail and rain pelted the vehicles crossing the structure. A voice clear but mighty rang out, and announced a few words. “You are not alone. Look within me and see truth.” Shapes played out in the shadowy vapor, and even thicker fog rolled in to obscure the location. An occasional beam of luminescence from a car pierced the gloom. Visions flitted around the clouds, signs from the past, present, and future. A ghostly figure of his mother roamed beside him, calling out his name. People wisped past and he saw realities like a fractured mirror, distortions of what could be and is. An orb of liquid rolled down his cheek, a pearl of bitterness. Grant saw outwards through the gale with sadness touching his features. Someone older gazed upon the ocean right then, a person who had lived a lifetime in a day. The water roared like a dragon, daring him to come closer. He stood up fully. The wind sung a fervent melody as the tempest crackled overhead. He slowly closed his eyes and stepped a bit forwards. Rain splattered the ground as if a mighty god above was filled with misery. The world froze for a moment as the boy was a statue on the edge of existence. One more step forwards, or one motion backwards. The earth tugged Grant closer for an eternal embrace. It was alike to a dream. Memories swam hazily, attempting to gain attention. He and his sister Lillia were once again dashing about a yard, laughing joyfully. The world spun more and he was at school, watching as classmates mocked and injured him after standing up for her. Another dizzying swirl. His sister was in the hospital with a terminal disease. Lillia gave a weak grin, and his world collapsed into a vortex of sadness, like a hurricane of tears. She said three last quiet words that pierced the confusion: “I love you.” As she slowly inhaled one final breath, Grant opened his eyes and his reality was clear for once. The earth hurtled towards him, and he prepared to greet it as a good friend." Suicide and Depression are very critical issues in today's society. If you or a someone you know are experiencing either of these internal conflicts, please contact help from professional services or friends. -BD30

:lol: Nothing more needs to be said. :P

¡Muy bien, su artículo es muy interesante! This is what you get for including an upsidedown questionmark. :ph34r:

:ph34r: I must try this great wisdom next time a gold drops.

Nice article, although I would have liked a little more color in the headers and maybe some diagrams (not sure about how to do the diagrams though :P )

Fun article, well written! :lol:

I would stay in a battle that I began for the sake of honor, because it's kinda cowardly to run away because your team is bad. The trick is to invite some trustworhy friends into the battle as players leave your team, because then you start to build your own reliable team. True point about joining the winning team though, usually it isn't good to join a team that you can't realistically lead to a comeback.

:D I'm just going to say that the title made my day. Spore/Dark Void + Sticky Web tactics for life. :lol:

Cool article, but I'm not sure what you meant in the title about How to series. Did you mean "How To" Series?

This was a great piece of reflective writing! :D I personally wouldn't say you are mental, mostly because I tend to write things myself pretty often. :P

Can modules work for M2 XP gear? Because wouldn't you have to MU the paint to get it to the exact point, except that MUs are disabled?

So I'm never going to completely agree with Buying since I feel it causes issues in Tanki's economy, but you bring up some quite excellent points. The edits to the buying system you proposed would be great adds in my opinion.

I may be an American, but I can't deny this is the best quote ever: "(SUCK IT AMERICA, OUR KIWI WILL TAKE DOWN YOUR EAGLE ANY DAY)." Great job with this interview! :P

Outstanding article, I have to say I really love this since I'm been working on some parkour myself. :D :P

Tips from The Pros Blackdrakon30 Want to hear from the professionals Blackdrakon30? We asked the top eSports players noob of the EN Community the following questions... How would you describe mid-ranked gameplay? How did you approach the gameplay of the mid-ranks to try and be a successful player? And finally, sum up your main advice for mid-ranked players in one sentence! First of all, I would say the best few words to describe the gameplay are "polarized", "chaotic", and "challenging". The reason is that there is a huge divide between the people with good and those with bad equipment.This causes the battles to often be hugely weighted towards one team compared to the other. Kits become the only way to gain equipment that can match up against most opponents, unless you substitute gear with other qualities. I would say that the key qualities are strategy, adaptability, and power. Obviously power is gained by having good equipment through kits and using supplies. I would say about half the players use this method, and this is what causes the battles to be polarized. Strategy is using rational thought to outmaneuver your opponents, and finally adaptability allows you to modify your playstyle to fit a situation and allows you to be less choosy with kits. Lets just say that the way I attempted to be successful could have used some improvements. I saved up and won a few contests to get Osaka kit early on, which allowed me to have power for a bit. By this point, I rely on my adaptability (extensive M1 garage and being able to use most combos successfully) and strategy. The adaptability works well, as I can still compete against the higher M2 gear. Sadly, Hunter M1 can't hold up against the increasingly common M3 turrets. Think things through. First of all, analyze your current situation. What gear do you have? What gear do you want to have? With this information, you can make a plan for buying kits as you rank up. For example, a Master Sergeant might make a plan to get Siberian kit, and then Boar and finally Atlas. This would be an effective plan as it provides time to save up, as well as having equipment that remains current and useful. Once you have a plan, it requires lots of grinding through ranks. It helps to be in a clan or group of people who you can do fun things with, as otherwise you might get discouraged and lose motivation. Last but not least, think during the battles. Eventually your kits will dull in effectiveness, generally immediately before gaining the next kit in your plan. A bit of strategic gameplay can make up for this issue. Final Warning: DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT fall for Personal Discounts. Unless it is gear you were already planning to buy, DON'T BUY IT. This will deplete your savings, and cause all sorts of issues with your savings plans. That's all I have to say for now people! I wish you all luck in your midrank adventures, and hope you can make better choices than I did!

Nice article, I'll definitely be looking at this next time I play on Polygon. I need to get more golds. >_>

@Lethal_Injection @KevlarFusion So... last joke contest I entered I submitted 10 jokes. You may be wondering how many won? Sadly, no pun in ten did. ;) Anyways, a dog, a fisherman, and a politician walked into a bar and lost conciousness. Later they all woke up in the hospital and learned a valuable lesson: metal poles don't serve drinks. :P Corny af

Gotta say this round had some really great entries! Outstanding job winners! :D

This was simply incredible! I extremely look forwards to future writings by you!

:( Wait so is it confirmed that those old kits got removed for good? Or are they just on a different cycle?

By the way, in "Year 2042" map, there is a drop zone under the giant divot in the ground between the flags. It is directly to the left of the Gold Dropzone all the way on the right, in the middle. The only difference is that it is underneath the bridge thing.