-.- cos u made it -.-

i like it better than assault and juggernaut for sure.

so normal MM than?

ikr, hammer only good with both alts

there's no point to that, why would you even this is necessary? It's not any different from a normal "Earn XP In Battles" mission

basically, you can micro upgrade your mine a maximum of 20 steps, like a drone, why do I think this is a good idea? when you start out, noticing you roll over a mine, you knew in an instant you where dead, but at the higher ranks, when you can afford MUing, mines aren't that effective anymore, the hulls have been increased in total health and mines have just stayed the same, this idea would allow people who can spend more crystals (us, higher rankers) on a supply that can be used as effectively as it used too.

that would make one hek of an April Fool's day update

I think they took my thermobaric magnum alt idea <_< basically using flammable gas explosion, so a firebomb

just like in TX already, which Like

seems too complex and isn't that mult? :wacko: and plus, it wouldn't be a DM anymore

paints are paints, paints make scence, underglow lights belong on cars not tanks

why? and no, or no and why? standard tank headlights I understand but under lights? this isn't a car show -_-

nice story! I enjoyed it.

that's not a bad idea, but 4.5k is too much btw 0_o

woooooowwwww what it is?

it's not even 10 minutes battles anymore anymore

thanks, you did a great job, next time I'll use a thesaurus :wacko: ;)

YES, juggernaut sucks these days, it should have the power of when it first appeared, 1 hit killing both light and medium hulls, and nearly heavys, and with everyone VS juggernaut, it should have more health, after-burning and freeze effect should have no effect, and most kills as juggernaut wins the game,it makes perfect sense too me, that's how it should have been from the start.

no

infinite energy is always going to be too much of a pro, that's why twins is so OP :/

Nice too see AWS a bit more active, thought u nubs wer ded :x

*still waiting for Tanki WWII*

yay the nub mult is ded

Well I thought it was entertaining :P

A short suspense story based on a real-life experience It started out as a calm Friday. The sun was gently touching the tops of the tallest trees I could see. The last hours of the afternoon I had planned to spend well. As usually, dad was at work, mom also at her new job for the evening. And as most moms do, she left me a torn out note on the dining room table. In barely legible cursive was listed chores and such before I do things of my own accord. Those, she didn’t care about. By 3:00 all I had left was practicing my guitar, so I walked (more of took lengthy steps across) to the corner of my room. I picked up the dusty black case, laid it on top of my bed, unhooked the metallic latches and lifted the heavy top. I pulled out a stool from under my desk, then I cradled my instrument with the bottom hand and put my fingers on the chords with the top. I got lost in a song from there, moving into almost a transcendental state of union with mind and music. I hardly recall anything about the song, but I do know I was satisfied. I stood up and sat the guitar gently back into its case. What I heard next made my blood run cold. I could hear a distinct sound of applause echoing from the attic. I nearly fell over from the shock, and stood in place contemplating what happened. My mind was racing for what felt like an eternity. I knew that wasn’t a bat or just my imagination, it was all too real. “All too real”, I told myself. I took a deep breath, just from that, I could feel my heart racing, something I hadn’t noticed with the previous shock. I slowly began to walk out of my room, putting one foot in front of the other. My whole body was shaking, and breath trembling, but I knew what I was going to do. I found myself at a closet at the edge of my home. Grasping the bronze doorknob with sweaty and still shaking palms, I could barely turn it. The door being opened made a loud sound of wood against wood. The groan of the hinges didn’t help either. I reached for the top box, placing my thumbs on the bottom so it wouldn’t fall as it was quite heavy. I gently placed it on my parents' bed. Sliding the hinges to the side allowed me to open the box. I think I was not old enough for the object I was now holding in my hands. Clicking the magazine released the button. My left hand let go of the gun and I barely caught the magazine in midair. I put the gun down back into its case. I violently pulled out a heavy green box on the bed. It was much heavier than it looked, and inside was something resembling a lead. I pulled up a big black handle and flipped the metal latch down. I opened the lid and took out a white cardboard box with Winchester 9mm’s. I loaded them into the magazine with speeds I hardly knew I was capable of and slid the whole thing back into the handle of the gun that made a satisfying click. Taking another shaky deep breath, I began to slowly walk up the stairs. The closer I moved to the attic’s ceiling entry, the more scared I got. By the time I was looking up at the door, I was a mere bundle of fear and nervousness with sweaty hands. With one swift motion, I pulled back the gun slide, loading the first round into the chamber. Somehow, I built up enough courage to pull the cord on the door in the ceiling, letting it fall down but stopping at an angle with a clunk. With a loaded gun in my dominant right hand, I pulled down the wooden ladder that stopped on the floor. Shoving the gun in my pocket, I began the short climb until I stopped just before the attic's floor that had come into my view. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness by peeking around the semi-dark room before I dared to enter it. I pulled myself up and was standing on the cold floor, dragging out the gun and switching the safety off. My eyes darted around the room wildly. The cold temperature there only made me feel worse. I was brave enough to take my first step with shallow breaths. There was not much in this attic my mind had noticed, but my I discarded that fact and continued with almost a hunting instinct. Although, whatever there was, it was after me. While comprehending this, I turned around sharply and noticed a large, closed wardrobe. Whatever it was could be easily hiding in there. Immediately I wanted to shoot it up and kill whatever was in it, but the super-ego thinking morally gave this person, if any in there, a chance. Taking a step back I said. “Whatever you are, come out peacefully and I won’t kill you!” I waited, but without an answer. My sense of morality vanished and I pulled the trigger three times hitting the wardrobe. The noise was nearly as shocking as the sound that caused me to come in here. I didn’t expect it to be that loud. It immediately caused disorientation for a second and an excruciating ringing for that time. I squinted my eyes from the pain and prepared myself for a possible gruesome scene. I flung the left door open and… Nothing. Aside from three holes in the back that let in some light into the otherwise dark attic. The sight of nothing should have been a relief to my mind, but the contrary was true. It wasn’t. If anything, it made me feel even more scared than before. I turned around slowly from fear and took a long look at the rest of the room to see if nothing else is hiding. The room was pretty open and empty as it was. By then, the trembling from fear had stopped, and I was nearly breathing at my normal rate again. “Maybe it was really my imagination,” I said to myself, letting out a sigh. I flipped the gun’s safety back on and stuffed it back into my pocket. Walking to the ladder and climbing back down, feeling relieved and almost relaxed, but something still made me feel a bit uncomfortable. I lifted the ceiling door back into its original position, with gun drawn out. Satisfied that nothing was in my way, I walked and kept a steady pace through the hallway back into my room with this all behind me. Then, I heard my guitar being played... The End Happy Halloween! :P