Unfortunately the sky doesn't get very starry these days, especially in the middle of the town I live in... too much artificial light.

I'm sorry but can someone tell me how to activate the mission? I can't see anything in the missions tab... I'm on the html version

You mean adieu.

*Bow*.

This is high praise, thank you ?.

Lol this is nice, short and funny. I like it.

That is true. But what can be done? I miss yis :c diz ez el ur folt kaisnub wut pr0blame u hav en sherin ur cukys @kaisdf

"You remember the first time we were sitting under the stars like this?" Of course I do. That was when I realised I need nothing more. How could I forget? "Of course I do. It was how we met. How could I forget? We were both 17, it was summer, and we were both heading out to college in a couple of months." "And miraculously, both our parents had suggested that we spend the summer at our grandmothers'." "And miraculously, both our grandmas lived in the same town - neighbours, in fact." "And miraculously, we had both independently decided, on the same night, that the bedroom was too uncomfortable, and we rather wanted to go out to the fields and stargaze." "Not so independently. It was a full moon night, and it was beautiful, irresistibly beautiful - it was beautiful for everyone." "Maybe so. But I like to think that the sky was hosting a party for the moon and the stars, but they were all bored because that's how parties go, and so they invited Romance to join them." "That would be Venus." "But Venus was too hot to go near in the middle of summer, so they had to make do with us." "I think we made sure that they didn't regret that decision." We both giggle. "Doubtless. The night sky has been beautiful far too frequently ever since." I am leaning against a tree beside the road, the only tree nearby. There are shrubs scattered around the road, and miles of farmland fill the rest of the landscape, but the horizon is invariably a thick border of trees. There is a full moon, a clear sky, and there are no artificial lights to swallow up the stars. I can hear the buzz of beatles, or whatever those insects are that sing the songs beckoning for beautiful dreams to descend from the skies and tell us their tales of wonder and show us their treasures of beauty. They beckoned us to each other that night. "I think I find the nights beautiful because I get to spend them with you." She smiles. She’s always smiling, but the smile broadens now. "I think the same about you, you know. What is beauty if you have nobody to share it with? How can anything be beautiful if nobody makes it beautiful for you?" Her head is in my lap. My legs are straight out in front of me, but my knees are slightly bent upwards, creating a snug valley for her. She lies slightly turned to her side, her body facing the tree but her face turned up straight, my face directly above hers. The image of the white dots up above reflects on her bright black iris, but I know her eyes let only me go through. I know because mine do the same. "You have made everything beautiful for me since we met those ten years ago," I caress her forehead and stroke her hair. Her arms are wrapped around me. "Everything." We were both diagnosed positive on the same day, some two weeks ago. We had decided to test after she discovered that the grocery shop owner we always bought from had been infected. The disease progressed identically for the two of us, and today the doctor apologised to both of us through his mask, and to our families through Skype. I told him that I felt alright; I felt a little weak, yes, but mostly alright. He said something about something somewhere in my lungs reaching a certain signature count of something, but the only something I heard was 12 hours. I asked the doctor to tell my family that I was asleep. She did the same. The hospital had hundreds of new patients pouring in everyday, and I don't think anybody noticed us sneaking out at night. The hospital was on the outskirts of town, so nobody saw us on the streets either. We each left a short note for the staff explaining where to find us the next morning, and letters for our families. We both felt sort of guilty about forcing someone, someone with more than enough work on their shoulders, to spend an hour getting our bodies back, but we finally decided to escape anyways. "I wish you had published your writings." When I finally decided to do that while waiting for the diagnosis mail, too many shutters were down. I wrote for us. I wrote those things because writing them made me happy, and reading them made you happy. I wrote about the things that matter in life for the things that matter in life. I wrote for us, and I'm happy, I'm satisfied. And I'm thankful. I'm thankful to you for being what mattered, being everything to me." I can see her eyes glimmering, beginning to moisten, and I can feel mine doing the same. Her lips quiver, and my eyes flood and everything blurs; I close my eyes and pull her against me, my right hand below her right armpit and my left hand tightly clasping her left shoulder, her right hand clasping the lower right curve of my neck and her left hand pressing against my left shoulder blade, pulling me towards her away from the tree. "I don't want to die, I don't want this to end," she whimpers. "I don't want to let you go," I whisper with a broken voice, holding her tight, as tight as possible; I want to pull her into me; I want to absorb her, her heart and her tears, her face and her body, her very entirety. I never let her go, nothing ever ends, and our hearts never die. The stars never stop shining, the insects never stop singing, and the night never ends. I can feel my wet shoulder, my tingling cheeks, and the warmth of her body for an eternity. I can feel both our hearts beating, and I notice they are in sync. Once we stop crying, I synchronise my breathing too. And the stars never stop shining, the insects never stop singing, the night never ends; I never let her go, nothing ever ends, our hearts never die. Time stretches to infinity, and everything keeps slowing down as we rock slightly, never loosening our embrace. I go back to that night under the stars when I met her and said hi, live everything again till I am back to this night under the stars when we are supposed to say goodbye, and then go back again, and we never say goodbye, because I will never let her go, nothing will ever end, our hearts will never die and the stars will never stop shining and the insects will never stop singing and this night will never end.

Boiiiiii, I come back after two weeks, and this is how you guys greet me? With a jar full of spam? And it's the cookie jar on top of that, WHERE DID THE COOOKIIIEEEESSSS GOOOOOOOOOO?

Can we please have the links to the winning entries? Much more convenient for casual readers.

Hippin has already written a story about tanks. And I'm pretty sure it has both boiz and gurlz :huh:.

Now?

x2 x125 Double Armours x1 x125 Mines -_-

Doesn't... make... sense?

It's quite simple, really. Just press Ctrl+A and then click this: Also, since most of your stories seem to be dialogues, just keep 1 line of spacing between lines. For instance, this... "Lets play tag outside!" "No, it's far too dark." "That's what makes it fun!" "Agreed!" "OK, fine. Everybody outside for tag." ...should be like this... "Lets play tag outside!" "No, it's far too dark." "That's what makes it fun!" "Agreed!" "OK, fine. Everybody outside for tag." Much easier for the reader that way.

Nice stuff, but maybe you should format your writings? I hope we'll see more of you in the AWS, by the way.

You are right. Maybe not have them at the same time. I can't care when exactly they happen; just their happening is enough.

Oh, now I see why Sergei left. He didn't want to be the one to tell us that there will be no garage sales.

Yes Cedric, we're running out of memes, you must create a new supply! You must dab for us, and return the tanki-meme-market to it's glory!

So we at the Unofficial Player-created 'Drop The Gold' Event topic are doing a gold rain every Sunday 15.00 UTC, which I organise and drop at least 5 golds for. Thought I should share some some of the pics from last week here. :excl: If you want to join us, all the details are posted in the topic. Link will be posted too. You can also join our discord server. This week's rain will be on 10th November, which is Saturday, at 15.00 UTC. :excl: We had a juggernaut with black paint join us for a few moments. No idea where that came from :huh:. Sorry I didn't get any pictures, but whoever saw it will tell the rest of you. I'm sure someone got a pic. I hope, anyway. Here are some pics (a lot more golds then the ones shown below were dropped, I couldn't click pics as fast as they were being dropped k):

Using Skype is now a crime in the Tankiverse. #RoDiscord.

Thanks <3.

Wiii3 means what Nice article though.