I want to participate.

I agree, I was just joking when i said that.

I got wrapped up writing stories in the AWS that i missed the second challenge :unsure:

Obviously, he has to say something otherwise no one will respect him. It's the greatest secret to being a moderator :ph34r: .

Might take a few more days(evil laugh).

Ok, i'll try and be less confusing next article I write.

Tempo Backstory: Mick is a soldier of the Tanki platoon in which he battles other tanks throughout the world although his real obsession is with tank racing which he does in his free time at the Deathtrack. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Mick felt the heat rising off the road surface in front of his tank. Trickles of sweat ran down his face under his army helmet. Thoughts of the other challengers flitted through his head as he waited for the signal to start. Most of them he already knew from previous races. Gale and West were very competitive although he was confident he had an edge with the brand new Elite Wasp XT hull he had been awarded. It was the newcomers with their expensive black market tanks he was unsure of. Concentration could be seen on all faces, spectators and especially the drivers, as they waited for the signal to start. The crackling speaker signaled the imminent action. “Tankers, GO!’ There was a deafening sound of hulls revving up, filling the air. Tanks sped away, weaving from side to side, warming up during the first lap. Yet confident in his abilities, Mick charged forward as the starter’s car moved off the track. Mick forget everything as the speed of the Elite Wasp XT took over. Red dirt caked the tank tread as Mick’s tank bolted forward with incredible velocity. He sped up beside Gale and West who had teamed up in an effort to eliminate the threat of the superior hull. The tank was shunted from left to right continuously being bashed by Mick’s two adversaries. Annoyed, Mick gritted his teeth, muttering under his breath, 'So you want to play rough, I’ll show you what happens when you pick on me like that.’ Within seconds he shunted Gale sideways onto another tank setting off a chain reaction. During the ensuing chaos, he literally left West in the dust as a cloud of dust had formed around that part of the arena. With adrenaline pumping, the race ended in a mighty drag for the finish against one of the new tankers who had a unique Wasp/Hornet hybrid. Today, however luck was with Mick as he held the newbie off. In the garage, Mick headed towards the newbie’s tank. Offering him his hand, he said, "Not bad. You put up quite a challenge. Name’s Mick.’ Refusing to shake the outstretched hand, the tanker replied,’I prefer not to tell you my real name but you can call me Will and as for the race, maybe today Lady luck smiled upon you but I can assure you, next time I’m going make you eat my dust.’ With that he slid into the tank. The tank spurted into life and Will darted away in a haze of red dust. True to Will’s word, Mick ate his dust in every race at the next competition. Unlike the others, Will didn’t even gloat over his victory, not even staying to celebrate in the garage. Mick didn’t understand the guy, Most couldn't even resist the chance to brag after beating him. Will didn’t even stay around for the prize giving. A week later, Mick was driving around the Deathtrack for practice when he saw Will. Stopping, he said,’Just because you won this time, don’t expect to beat me every week.’ ‘We’ll see what happens.’ Will retorted. Next week, Mick won the first two races, with Will winning the next two. Each time Mick saw Will, he felt more curious. One day, Mick was called by the Developers, who said he was being sent to Massacre. Upon reaching there he saw a Wasp/ Hornet hybrid flash past him. ‘No, it can’t be!’ he muttered. ‘Not here!’ ‘Massacre is No Tank’s Land!’ Time stood still for Mick as he watched as the tank raced over a mine. The tank was blown in the air and exploded. It was only Will’s quick reflexes which saved him as he jumped out of the tank. Mick panicked at the sight of blood dripping on Will’s Army jacket. Mick hovered nearby as the Isidas took him away, contemplating the chances of Will’s survival.

True, not my best piece of work.

Red vs Blue Paradox looked across the battlefield, every five seconds a tank was destroyed, not by his army, but by Him. Of the 100 tank enemy army only one tank remained. Paradox laughed for the tank was only a recruit, it would be an easy kill. Once the tank was dead, he would rank up. In an instant, he was behind the tank. His Twins turret began to attack yet the tank would not die. The turret which had obliterated entire hordes of tanks could not eliminate this one tank. Then, before he could react the turret twisted and he was thrown across the battlefield. Filled with rage, he called on his 1000 tank army to dispatch the tank. Till now Paradox had only seen the destructive power of the turret. Now he saw its speed. The ground rumbled and cracked as that tank went from the very center of the army to the other end of the battle field. Half of Paradox's army had been rendered ineffective as they lay upside down, their only option to self destruct. If he was mad before, now he was infuriated. The fuel that ran through his veins boiled. He was Paradox, the lord of tanks. But each time he came to the tank, he was blown back. Till now only Paradox's Devil's protection had saved him but then it all came to an end as the tank showed his supremacy. His rank had increased to the highest in the game, one thought to be impossible to achieve, there was only one person with that rank, the rank of God-King. A person who could enter any battle, who could change the rank that was being shown. He had never been a recruit, it was Axiom. If Paradox was red, Axiom was blue.Paradox's arch-enemy, the one tank who even Paradox feared.Axiom attacked and decimated the army, almost killing five tanks with each hit. Come, Attack, and Conquer, words told to every tank when they joined the war, Axiom had taken those words beyond any other. When he came to me, Paradox used all his power but even the most powerful tanks eventually meet Death and Axiom was Death. A single hit and he started to fade into the dark abyss. His health was fading, there was no hope. Yet no one truly accepts death even when they lay dying, a part of you wants to live. Axiom turned, leaving Paradox to die but at that moment he made a fatal mistake. The tank that was dying was Paradox, not a normal tank and the Twins that had begun to lose power fired one last time and Axiom was the one thrown in the air this time and the air is where the God-King met is end. Darkness began to set for Paradox. His last sight was of the scattered remains of his enemy. Maybe to others that would have been sorry sight but to a conqueror like Paradox, no sight was more pleasing. No sight.

Looks like we are going to wait for an infinite time(forever). Just joking.

Cant wait for results even without a win still fun

Electro Turret Each shoot stun enemy tank for 5-10 sec depending on M Version Area of effect damage: Can stun 3-4 tanks Has a light beam on side show where shot will hit. Drawbacks: Very low damage. Say 50 per hit or less depending on M version. Long reload time. Say 20 sec or less depending on M version. Not very useful in DM Mode. Only useful against large groups. Pros: Good for taking enemy flag or stopping enemy invaders in CTF Easy to aim. Very useful in team battles. Description: Lightning Bolt-like shots. Upon collision causes an electric field stunning tanks. M0: White colored bolt. 5 sec stun. 700 Crystals Corporal 40 Damage 20 Sec Reload M1: Light blue colored bolt 7 sec stun. 20000 Crystals Sergeant-Major 43 Damage 15 Sec Reload M2: Dark blue colored bolt. 8 sec stun. 129900 Crystals First Lieutenant 45 Damage 14 Sec Reload M3: Black colored bolt. 10 sec stun. 430000 Crystals Marshal 50 Damage 13 Sec Reload

Crossbow Turret

Thnx

Does 'Maybe' count as a repeatable