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Just a lag issue, they see it hit you, but you don't. Just a visual bug.

Funny thing is, I didn't get any paints from my 12 from war, but 3 from mission chains gave me this:

Missions (funny, I got lucky right after war) 3500 crystals, Rhino, and Atom.

So my account @TotaI_SkiIl (, regardless of forum) has M1 Magnum from MUs and I'm currently oneshotting everybody. I'm pairing it with Viking for now, but I don't feel like MUing Viking to M1, as I want to MU Magnum-Viking to M2 ASAP. Should I buy Hammer of Thor? Price is not a problem (TTC + NP contests). Matrix unlocks too late for the purpose I want it for. Keep in mind, I'm building for a parkour account.

I'm gonna disagree with this; April Fool's is coming up in only 2-3 weeks, and you'll save a lot of crystals.

I'm beginning to feel glad that I did not complete 5+ turns.

Let's see... Use ramp in bottom right corner to hit wall and ricochet your pellets to hit yourself? IDK, just off the top of my head. The hole in the wall might make it impossible.

So I should go for M2 Rail at April Fools sales?

1v1 nub now nub jkz i'd get rekt just cuz rank diff ._.

125 DA (3x), 125 DD, 10k crystals (2x), 3 days premium, 3500 crystals, 125 mines, 5x gold boxes, 10x gold boxes, 250 all supplies

He definitely did. intel being a nub, trying to make me jelly again ._. jkz

I'll make your thumbnails :3

But... April Fools coming in like 3 weeks... :lol:

Not for each player xD just a small little gold.. drizzle xD

Not many people gonna get that reference :P When 4+ people in this club are online (or just a really good friend), I'll drop ~3 golds, I got 15 from containers :3

Just received, thanks :)

Mine aren't here either (@TotaI_SkiIl) Oh come on... So I missed 5 gold boxes -_-

Just got to learn to be creative. I can think of two ways just by looking at the picture :P Which is, of course, exactly what he did.

"damn" isn't exactly vulgar language. Vulgar language is like... f-bomb.

Yes, but it's a bit clunky to use because when blurring/any adjustments, you need to brush instead of the other thing (forgot name, I just got up ._.)

Shizz! I didn't do shadows correctly because I forgot to flip BG! Darn it ._.

Pixlr + Ribbet :x I'm a complete nub

Shock 704 words Gerald woke in a dimly lit room, with a desk adorned with pictures of a child that he recognised as himself. His vision was impeded by a crust of blood over his left eye, leaving him with blurred vision and a pair of broken spectacles that wouldn't fit properly over his swollen eye. He tasted the bitterness of his own blood in his mouth, which he quickly spit out onto what appeared to be a floor of solid concrete. Gerald could hear a vague whine in his ear. The next thing he knew, his eardrums were practically shattered by the sound of Oswald slamming open a dark door that Gerald hadn't noticed before. He quickly swiveled his head to the source of the noise and was immediately surprised by Oswald's appearance. He was wearing a brown heavy-duty jacket with a fur hood and a pair of jeans that were ripped at the cuff. Oswald's face appeared to be bruised, and his eyes were sunken in, as if he had not gotten an hour of sleep. He walked with a distinct limp that Gerald noted was new. A cigarette was between his lips; odd, for his uncle had abandoned smoking ever since his childhood friend had died of lung cancer. Oswald pulled a chair that had been in front of the desk out and seated himself. For more than a minute, an uncomfortable silence reigned between them. In a nervous attempt at conversation, Gerald croaked, 'I... I didn't know you smoked.' Oswald scoffed and spat the cigarette out of his mouth. 'There are many things you don't know about me, clearly.' He was rasping, as if someone had choked him recently. Gerald recoiled and asked, 'What happened to you?' Oswald laughed but his expression remained unamused. 'In the process of trying to preventing the higher-ups from forcibly waking you up, I was kicked and beaten for my insolence. Now I'm not so sure I should've even tried.' Gerald contemplated Oswald's words, then replied, 'Mother would have wanted you to.' Oswald, clearly taken by surprise, jumped up from his chair and walked over to Gerald. Oswald knelt and gripped Gerald's chin with his right hand, and moved Gerald's face only inches from his own. 'Your mother was a fool. I had told her to stay away from the man who became your father, but did she listen? Clearly not. Look where it landed her. She died with nothing to think of but a husband who left her and her good for nothing son!' Gerald, unnerved, continued. 'Mother was a kind, loving, and caring woman. She told me to always trust my family, that they would never let me down. She believed in her family. She trusted you!' Oswald threw Gerald's head back against the wall and scowled. 'That's why she's dead. She trusted anyone and everyone. Her death was caused by her husband. He left her with nothing, yet he expected her to care for a child. If you were to ask me, you'd be better off if you had died begging in the streets like your fool of a mother.' The lack of emotion in Oswald's voice shocked Gerald. 'Why are you with this company, uncle? You were a good man once. What happened?' Ignoring Gerald, Oswald returned to his seat, rolled over to Gerald, and continued, 'But let us get to the point. Are you going to write the article or must I force you to? The former would be much preferred, by the way.' Affronted by Oswald's casualty, Gerald spat out, 'Of course not, you little son of a -' Oswald smacked him across the cheek, cutting him off abruptly. 'Language, child. Besides, you're in no position to speak to me in that manner. Last chance, Gerald... will you or will you not write?' When Gerald remained resolutely silent, Oswald sighed and raised a small, grey microphone to his mouth, saying, 'Guard, there is something I need from you; do you mind? Thanks - I'm In Room 203.' Oswald smirked, 'And now, we wait.' Gerald was stricken when a man who bore a remarkable similarity to Kristi walked into the room and gave a tittering laugh at Gerald's expression, then turned to face Oswald. 'Alexis Elizer, at your service.'