Efficiency 28 052, carries when using Smoky, gets carried when using Shaft or (attempting to, I'm learning) Magnum.

Unfortunately, @Hexed is surprisingly easy to convince of my innocence. Plus, he has connections to the mod who banned me. So guess what? Unbanned. PUM's account is blocked forever because of hacking (whether you actually hacked or not is irrelevant) with no possibility of reversal. Which means you lose all your progress and have to start over. Oh, and you can't buy from the Shop.

A: thank you so much! B: don't double post C: you haven't written anything tankiverse since Miracle, why? D: Corrected :P

Humans make mistakes, he made one by saying that solo is better, can't you forgive him? Even if it was a deliberate change and not correction of mistake, you have to comply. I remember, back during CtS from April '17 I believe, @Hexed April-Fooled us all by setting the word limit at like 3k-5k, then midway through, revealed that the actual count was just 700-2k. People were annoyed, yes, but ultimately in half a month they managed to write pretty good entries. What I mean to say is, even though the example is terrible, you probably should get to work instead of complaining.

My entry is ready, but I'm worried and incredibly confused about syllable count. First line has 6, second has 5, and tada, we have a rather confused thief.

That made for some morbid humor for me, wonder if I'm sane :blink: Anyways, creative writing is NOT trash. Even stories aren't - and they can be more than entertainment. Not that I have any argument to convince your parents - actually, I could do with a valid argument supporting this view (that creativity isn't trash)

^that. P.S: Decent interview. Short, bit too casual, but decent. Problem? The comments section. Like, seriously? Stop hurling accusations on each other, and please don't turn this into a flamewar. You shameless advertiser.... although truth be told, please do check issue 77, stories await

A: No caps B: Here, a post you asked for: So, like I said earlier, nobody at my rank seems to fear Shaft enough to buy Eagle heh.

Conspiracy exposed: the zombie apocalypse is a plot by the mods to overrun the tanki populace so mods can have all the gold boxes :ph34r: Anyways. It should be easy to deal with this, just equip Shaft and aim for the brain. Simple!

Magnum > Rail, and I say this as a once-upon-a-time avid Railgunner. Even Shaft is harder than Rail, and I say this as a Shaft user. I know how hard it is to use Magnum well. Even if you can aim well, who's to say your target won't get away before your shot lands? How is Striker difficult, though?

*insert shameless advert about amateur writing here* Anyways, short explanation (why do all my articles need explanations?!): Protagonist describes the city he lives in, before realizing that, being in the War Palace, he or she is in a rather precarious situation involving ancient, mindless robots with scythes, and has to decide between two different ways to die. He/she chooses the less grotesque, i.e drowning in the river below. Unfortunately, that means supporting some sort of conspiracy. There, explained. Also, thanks a lot, and congrats to you too! Oh, and it's 'Thief', it feels odd to be called by my full nickname heh

Hey hey took, don't double post, and you just posted FOUR times in a row. Don't. Anyways, I'm interested to see what you came up with. Very interesting title, too :p

*calls a mod* *he closes this topic* There, zombie apocalypse ends :p

What's the Freeze buff? It still freezes like before, it's still close range, it's still easy prey to my smoky :ph34r: On a more serious note, I see Smoky protection pretty often. Typically they're s Savages and Keepers, but I can tell that smoky prots are still common, and for a reason. I'm already thinking of buying Dolphin M1. No pics yet though - should send some tomorrow. Eagles, though, are incredibly rare - I doubt I've seen any today. Looks like people at my rank either don't buy the Piranha kit or don't fear Shafts.

It can still help coordinate actions, or make decisions based on that even if the team isn't coordinated. Imagine, for example, that you're a Wasp, maybe if there's a Hunter with near full overdrive you could attack with him, he deactivates enemy supplies and you deploy the bomb. :p

Lol. The lack of grammar is surprisingly comical, and I bet this would have been a pretty serious story had the grammar been better :P Anyways. gud jawb meight, r8 8/7 me wonts moar Also, explanation (as much as I understood): Some guards are forcing him to read Person's articles. Midway through he learns the word "mult" and calls a guard a mult, much to that guard's anger. He ends up in a hospital in a coma, and tries to escape, but fails. Although, the mention of a board game early on means all that happened can well be part of said board game.

Wait, were there no typos or anything? Wow... :p

We've received them. Although... I've received 250k rather than 125k :p

I accepted the offer. I will kill the Queen. The treasury is a pretty good reward for it, I suppose. I walk around the streets of Royalty, careful to hide my weaponry. People do not take lightly to a man in or around the Palace grounds, armed with guns, unless that man is of the Peacewatch. I am not. My fingers make their way into my coat and reveal a map of the district. It should not be long before I reach the doors of the Palace. Once I enter, I’ll need to climb tens, maybe hundreds of floors to reach her office. Only seven are accessible to the public. Why did the contract forbid teleporting into her office? It would be far easier, and I would not have to deal with the hundreds of guards patrolling the building. If it’s a test, it shouldn’t be. If this is a trap… but then there’s no reason for that. They know just as well as I do that I won’t betray them. I fold the map and return it to a pocket in my coat, before walking towards the end of the street. I turn right, and the towering green Palace appears in sight, the white mountains of Deadcliff behind it, and the Pacific River circling the building. I stop myself from walking further, and question whether it would be better to first head to the weapons shop at the edge of the industrial sector. I think about the equipment I have. A map, a sword, a dagger, and a silenced gun with no bullets. And no handteleport, either. I should have bought a new one the day I lost it. Ten minutes later, I stand before the doors of the shop. It’s a small one, but renowned. It also has the prestige of being linked to not only Research, but also Peace Weapons Manufacturing. From the glass dividing the shop’s territory and the city, I can see a young woman, clad in an ominous black coat and scarf, purchasing something. She looks familiar, so much that I am forced to recall who she may be. She is not of the Watch, surely - if she is, she has hidden it well. I walk inside and navigate the shop. Ammunition, sedatives, guns, swords, daggers, and all sorts of equipment are on display. I hear an argument between the woman and the shopkeeper. “I can pay, but what of the people? How do you expect them to be able to purchase anything at such prices?” I pick up all I need and head to the counter. I show the items I need and pay for them, upon which the shopkeeper records the transaction while I collect the items. Suddenly suspicious, I whisper to the woman, careful to note that nobody notices me. “Ma’am. Don’t be surprised. Their prices are not usually so high. He’s keeping you busy in a pointless argument to buy time for an assassin to kill you. I’ll leave the shop and kill him - once I do, hold the shopkeeper hostage. I have some questions for him.” I walk towards the doors, and upon opening them, I unholster a gun and fire at a man on the rooftop of a building nearby. I walk back in to see the woman, holding a gun to the shopkeeper’s head. “I see why you kept the prices so high today. So tell me, who’s behind this?” The shopkeeper speaks a word or two, but dies before he can say anymore. “Didn’t you have questions for him?” she asks me. “He would have sounded the alarm. I figured he would not actually tell me anything, so I killed him.” “Now tell me. Who are you, young man?” “Just someone.” “Well, I wouldn’t expect a ‘just someone’ to do what you did. You’re better at gunplay than anyone in the Peacewatch. Which means that you’re trained, and very skilled. Not something I would expect from a sixteen year old.” How does she know my age? She continues her monologue on my identity. “So must I figure out your identity myself? Let us see. You’re a Peace, and you hail from a historically important family. I can’t figure out which, though. And why are you staring at me so intently? Have you fallen in love? No, no, not that. You are too mature for such idiocy. You’re familiar with me, but you cannot recall who I am. You see me as a threat. You’re an assassin, right? Here to kill the Queen?” I am not surprised. At this point, I’ve been expecting her to realize who I am. I’ve already prepared a reply. “Tell me, why would anyone in Peace want to kill the Queen?” “Money? Anyways. Now, why don’t I take you straight to prison before you do anything? You did kill two men, after all. And then you plan to assassinate her.” “You don’t have the autho-” Lightning strikes my mind. Victoria Peace! The Crown Princess, the Queen’s adopted daughter! In which case I am about to kill her mother. At once, money has become meaningless. “Your Majesty, I apologize-” “So you figured out my identity? Not bad. Also, ‘ma’am’ will be enough. Now, let us see what Mother thinks of this.” “Uh. Ma’am, I need to meet the Queen.” “Oh, so you can kill her?” “This isn’t the time for jokes. This concerns her life. I need to meet her, now.” “Name, and weapons.” She holds out her right hand, in which lies a device. I take it and press a button, and my equipment magically disappears. I hand back the device, and she pockets it before asking my name one more time. “James Peace.”

The hills actually can provide decent cover. Oh, wait DM? I can't say anything. But in team battles, remember to use the hills as cover. Use the terrain to your advantage. (And kill the campers) I don't even dislike Massacre (can you believe it?!) but I miss the old one. You know, the one with inverted flags.

Hog? Am I dreaming? Wow, did you actually post? :D

Why would I want to be an animal?

You don't seem to have noticed the small device implanted in my right ear, you know, the one that allows me to teleport? (No, this isn't a superpower) Assuming that IS a superpower, I have another way to survive: you see, I have trained extensively to be able to ride horses and survive being thrown off one. Plus, I tamed the house, it's friendly to me. So I survive without injury. My attack is this: PUM cannot play Tanki because every single computer, tablet, phone, basically every device in the world that allows one to play Tanki is rigged to burn up if he/she/it touches that device or tries to use it (so you cannot use it, not meant to kill you). No way to deactivate this. No superpowers, no dreams, no unoriginality.

Oh, guess we should stop now . Eh Hawaii?

The Thief reads and rejoices Upon learning of the choices That Hippin made Farewell he bade And in victory the Thief rejoices! (Note: neither Hippin's nor mine are actual entries, just comments at this contest's odd rules. At least not mine. Please dont disqualify)