Lol, mistalee was a really pro Minotaur user in HD a while back. Helped win us a war.

I'm with Blackdrakon, each turret has its own varying degrees of skill, but there is no one "skill that fits all". As for my opinion @redwall, don't buy it. It's a big price for something that isn't much more than a re-glorified M1.

I'm UTC -4. Neither UTC +7 11:00 nor 15:00 nor 18:00 work for me though, but then again, it's probably a bit much to ask you to get on TO at 2:00 UTC +7, now is it. P.S. Guys, do we really need to get to 1,000 pages in a few months? Just think about it seriously for a second.

Tell me the time, I may join.

^u^ Thanks man, the English language really can't express how much I love you all. (no homo) EDIT: I just realized I got auto-promoed to Crested lol. I'm perfectly fine with starting from the bottom, but then again, I'm fine with this too. :P Thanks Dossy.

My cardboard box will have to do I guess

Aye, retirement is boring as hell. I still very likely won't rank anytime soon though RIP

Hey guys, there's this nifty little button called "Block Player". It works wonders.

I HAVE RETURNED! Q1: What is your time zone (in UTC)? UTC -4, sir! Q2: What is your preferred position (Healer, Attacker, Defender, or Midfielder)? Retired from TO, though I loved attacking in general. Q3: What is your favorite combo? Same old, same old. aka. Osaka kit stuff. Q4: What is/are your favorite map(s)? Again, retired from TO - though Noise was pretty fun. Q5a: What clans have you been in previously, if any? I once was a Crested in Yours Truly. Q5b: If you have been in any clans before, why did you leave them? I thought school would completely destroy my internet life. So, just in case, I left HD for the big blue beyond. Q6: Why do you want to join this clan? I simply can't leave. Every time I had time off, I would just stalk around here (good job on getting rid of Deadwords btw), and laugh/cry along with you guys. I realized that school really wasn't going to stop me from going on here, since HD is such a big part of my life. Q7: What advantage or benefit would you bring to our clan? In terms of actual TO skill, not much to be honest. But, you would have a friendly, mature player back in here, and you all already know I will be very loyal to you guys. Q8: Do you have Skype? If so, would you be willing to PM me your username? You didn't kick me out of skype group, love you guys. <3 But, if you still need it, NotButthurt. Other words: I have returned, I'm sorry for causing a lot of drama with my rather short retirement, and I'm looking forward to mingling with all of the members, old and new. Also, don't even think of calling me Flabby. Please. jk call me flabs as long as you want

Ayy, managed to get some quality 30 minutes of time at 6 am to read up on the clan. ... It's just spam. If we removed all the pages with at least half its content in spam or more, we would have maybe 50 pages left. Join the club, aye? I9UWDHF09UASFN98SWE4HT9-8ISE98GTEH49TIWNIUGJSWOITJIUGISTGNS9UHGTNOSIXEB8FSEIJTH9W48ROIAHF9OXDJGIUBWSEUN0AI895JP0539TRHS89TNUH9GJT98SEHG90SIJT9ESHTOID90SXHTISJ98ZT SJTS' S KD R SRG PTJPGSNBTISNTGI0ES09ITGJX9IS87GTSE7TS4JWITJ098STOPH98N9IOYS98TGJ-0UT90EAJKROA90R W\ T'EST S'EOTSX'ROJSE9TJSEITGXSPT S O'MHGDORLRHYMXSKRHYM XSLKJYSMTNUISRTRSKJI

So I had 5 minutes of time to spare between a class and starting work on an assignment. Hello, goodbye I guess?

Leaving and giving up my post. Hopefully to someone who deserves Crested.

Ouch. I felt that burn. Last day of me stalking around here just to look at sappy goodbyes hhhhhhh cy@

Eh, isn't that what makes horror shorts (or sp00kies) so...horrific? Thanks Goldy, I'll do my best to check in every so often, and maybe even return full-time one day. Love you too! (Probably no homo) I will, no worries. Whenever I find a break, be it Christmas or a rare weekend with nothing to do, I will return and hopefully have a quick short for you. That's the idea. ;) <3

I believe people call life by other words - "School", "Work", "Aw hell naw, I ain't doing that"... Ring a bell?

1. No worries lol, I don't have cancer, I'm not dying. I'll be back in eventuality. Possibly Christmas break, or Halloween if I can. 2. I'm not leaving just yet, I have at least a day or so before I rip in pepronees 3. Overdramatic much? :P

Dolls "Field trip!", Drew's mom squealed, "We're heading off to the county fair this year. Let's go, put your shoes on!" Drew groaned. Her mom had an affinity for these types of things, always trying to get her to do something other than "jabbering away with your friends online". She supposed it couldn't be helped - her father had recently passed away, so it was probably bound by universal law to get a truckload of "bonding activities". "Come on mom, why can't I-" "Hurry up, we'll be late!" Sigh. Into the car, seatbelt buckled, unnecessarily cheesy music blasting, off they go. Apart from a particularly funny commercial advertising toothpaste on the radio, the hour-long ride was boring beyond belief. Or, as Drew liked to call it, "BBB" for short. After what seemed like an eternity and a year of mom jokes, Drew arrived at the fair. It wasn't quite as exciting as Drew would have liked. For one thing, half the rides were "out of commission", and the hot dogs were probably bought at a local convenience store, then sold for fifty times the actual value. For obvious reasons, Drew was not happy. "Can we just go home now?" "Honey, please, we drove all this way here, let's enjoy the outside!" "But I'm not, half the rides are out of service and the hot dogs aren't exactly top class." Drew's mom was exasperated. "Just find something else to do then." "But mom..." Drew's mom sighed. This wouldn't work. "Fine. At least visit one more booth, maybe a collectible store, or a souvenir shop, and we'll go after that." A cellphone rang. Very likely in Drew's mom's purse somewhere. "Hold on, I'll be back. Drew, just do something exciting for me, will you?" And she was off to wherever moms go to talk to people on a phone. Drew sighed, and wandered around for a bit. She eventually settled on a drab looking souvenir shop, with what looked like a cardboard box as a sign, advertising a "Genuine antique Russian doll - 500 years old!" Her mom liked old things, for whatever reason, so Drew decided to just suck it up and get something. On the way there, she could see a small little, circular doll. Spherical near the bottom, and shaped like a bowling pin. It had no arms or legs, but it was painted quite beautifully. It had to be mechanical, since as she passed the doll, it opened its mouth with a creak and said something Russian, in a little boy's voice. Clearly, the doll was not "500 years old". Drew walked into the shop, more like a shack actually, and asked a very old man about the offer on the sign, and about the doll on the windowsill, which was clearly the object being advertised. "Ah, the doll? You cannot simply buy that, young lady, but...", Drew could swear she saw a twinkle in his eyes, a little fire that just did not seem quite right. The old man took no notice of the glance, leaned in, and whispered, "you can win the doll as a prize, if you get through the maze." Drew peeked behind the man and saw a door, surprisingly polished, with a doll right beside. Obviously not the real one - Russian dolls were probably not made by Barbie. She had seen the outside of the shack, and it wasn't quite so big as to hold a truly monstrous maze. The challenge couldn't be that hard. Drew accepted the offer, then was led to a small room filled with various passageways of mirrors. "This is the maze, young lady. All you need to do to win the doll is get to the other side. Simple." Easy peasy. The old man locked the door behind her, and into the maze she went. She thought about calling her mom about what had happened, but there was no cell reception in here anyways. The door behind her was really locked, and the old man probably needed his peace anyways. Left turn, right turn, then another left. Nothing but mirrors ahead. The artificial lighting gave a harsh glow, giving her eyes the light she needed to see herself on what seemed like hundreds of mirrors. Drew eventually got to a crossroads with a ventriloquist's doll at the center. It smiled that creepy comedian smile at her as she chose the path to the right. More turns followed, and soon she was staring at the wall, brilliantly decorated with colourful images that Drew recognized as kings and queens of ages past. The only thing missing from the painting was emotion; the faces were smiling, but not in a human way. Drew shuddered - she would later talk to the fair manager about the old man. Yet more turns, a left, another left, yet another left, a right, and she was right back at the beginning. She thought about quitting, then knocked on the door. Once, twice, thrice, each a harder pound than the last. Eerie silence. Is the old man deaf? More pounding, followed by cries for help. Still silence. Drew tried her hand at forcing the door. No luck. This was worrisome. That meant she had to get back into the maze, and find her way out. Right, right, left, right, left, nothing new. Drew rounded the same corridors that had flown past her on the first run. Back to the ventriloquist dummy, now with what looked like a mocking smile. Forget the right, Drew turned to the left. More turns, and Drew was back at the wall. The same kings and queens, bathing in the harsh lighting, wearing the same inhuman smile as before. Yet more turns followed, this time leading Drew straight back to the dummy at the crossroads. Left, left, right, back to the wall. Right, left, left, right, left, crossroads. Drew could see the panic in her own eyes from the countless mirrors lining each other. This maze just didn't end. Whatever path she took led her along the same route she had first gone in the beginning. Finally, Drew collapsed at the crossroads, on the lane opposite the creepy dummy. "I give up! Let me out!" Silence. "I give up!" Still silence. Despite the light, Drew felt rather, sleepy. Possibly from all the running. "Give up." "Give up..." "I...give...up..." A massive investigation was launched when Drew failed to rendezvous with her now-frantic mother. The fair was searched high and low, with some stalls being completely pulled apart. The landowner provided as much help as he could, but he too, failed to find Drew. Pictures were posted, rewards were offered, still nothing. However, the massive manhunt failed to notice an old man on the outskirts of the fair, creeping away with two Russian dolls. One, with a young boy's voice. The other, with a slightly older girl's voice.

I tried to get this out of the way for as long as possible, but it seems it can't be helped anymore: I'm retiring. For real. I don't really find all that much time to go here often, and I'm still on summer break. With school, it will undoubtedly be much harder for me to check online with you guys. I would make a really long sappy post about who helped me, who didn't, who I thought should go jump off a cliff, etc., but I'm pretty lazy, as most of you should know by now. :P That said, there will be another vacant position for Crested really soon - I'm not going to die just yet, since I still have a few days left of free time to be here. You might even be able to catch me on the actual Tanki game every so often, when an opportunity arises. But I digress, the point of this paragraph is to nominate a new Crested in my place. Fleety and Limitfull are always good choices, and will suit the position very well. It's just too bad they can't both be on the board. My skype is always open, though at the moment it's gathering dust, considering as to how I almost never use it, and will probably use it even less over the coming months. You know who you are, you know what you did to make the TO forums an awesome experience for me. Stay frosty all.

Gotcha. Thanks for the tips!

Can you guys explain the 99 notifs in short

Firewall < Minorawr < Ford Ram

senpai noticed you <3

I THINK ITS A TERRIBLE IDEA ILL BE A DRAGONET THE REST OF MY LIFE BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLABHLBALHBALBHLABLABLA Obviously just kidding. I'm personally with you on this, but the "Superior Dragon Council/Club" really shouldn't be named as such. The way I see it, you're separating the clan into 2 parts: Brigadier+ master race, and everyone else. "Superior" is just such a strong word.