Finally you write Conq.

Be yourself, don't try to emulate an esports player and try xp/bp or some format because first, if you aren't good at it, people will just laugh as they blow you over easily and also, it makes you feel bad about yourself and get discouraged. And also, teams get more and more rigged as you go higher up. For hornet users: Don't have a slow computer when using hornet because you could get stopped by Godmode for a DUI. (He's really desperate to ban people so he doesn't have to drop as many black boxes this friday)

For MoF, we accept from Warrant Officer 1 now.

Club News We are starting Masters of Parkour Teams! We will have at least two teams, one from Warrant Officer 4 to Major, led by @HammersTempest and another from Lieutenant Colonel to Fieldmarshal, led by @JAGMAN2468. There are only a few spaces left! Update: We have a third team, headed by @Hazeral, from warrant officer 4 to captain. Also, Hazeral has been reinstated as a member!

Though one thing can be said: you joined the AWS at an excellent time. Fresh new writers and a lot more helpful people, instead of stony-faced people who gawk at every mistake while not telling you what you did wrong. If you ever need help with grammar you can ask me!

Certainly you have some work to do. But let's not get into that. You will learn.

No, please dont, they are technically news articles.

... for the buyers.

AQ writes an article = instantly popular We reg writers write an article = ancient news :P :D Nice Job

Hello, I don't know you. But still. I don't know. I was gone. Ask someone else.

Ummm should i really tell u that u were _____________ized? Really? Sorry bout that lemme add you in. I think you were mentioned though...

oh wow i did a copy paste lol

The Murder of Flexoo An exhaustively panicked and rushed written and typed piece by @Person_Random (a murder mystery) On the chilly fall evening of Halloween, various tankers wandered into the Amateur Writer’s Club Headquarters. Many of them had finished numerous battles and were exhausted, and the news reporters rushed to finish the articles they had procrastinated for the whole month. Others, mainly the guest writers, discussed future article ideas. Finally, when the clock hit 6:45, @Hexed called the horde of aspiring writers to order. “Alright! We can eat now! Let’s go, Flex has a speech to give soon!” All the news reporters politely rushed to the front of the line and grabbed slices of warm pizza and other side dishes. As the busy writers quickly came forth to eat, they heard the sound of @kaisdf’s confused query. “Hey, who put pineapples on the combo pizza? And where are the other toppings? Ths food is strange-” he piped up, as Hexed glared over, “-but good!” his last comment caught the attention of most of the tankers, who rushed to the front, fighting for the last slices of the delicious food. Most of the amateur writers followed suit, except @pythor20000 and @Person_Random, who were bickering about the World Series, where the Dodgers had lost for the second year in a row. The two of them were so into the discussions that the famously popular combo pizza was long gone by the time they reached the food tables. When everyone got served, they quickly walked back to the tables set up and began conversations with the players around them. Everyone commented that they really enjoyed the combo pizza, which made those who didn’t get a slice jealous. “This pizza is amazing! It just has a special flavor I can’t get enough of!” many people commented. "Why yes," stated another reporter on the other side of the table. "It's got to be the best dish ever created!" Those who hadn't had a taste of this pizza suddenly grew curious and jealous, and then they regretted being polite and not cutting in line. However, @Vikingsrallentando became a bit nervous, as the most important person wasn’t here yet: @Flexoo, and it was almost time for his speech. Several people had the same question in their head, but only one asked. “Where is Flexoo?” wondered @KillerGnat, who took a bite of pizza simultaneously. As soon as he had ate the food, he gagged and spit out something strange. A bone. Coughing and choking, he rushed to the trash can and disposed of all his food. Then screams rang out. “Gnat! You okay?” asked Lolkiller as he placed a hand on Gnat’s shoulder. After a few minutes, the fear-stricken complexion slowly began to fade, but a single shaking finger, moving like a metronome to Flight of The bumblebees, pointed to a stained skull. Most of the people walked over and took a look themselves, then found out that they may have consumed their dear Flexoo. A reporter waved Hexed to the place. Hexed walked over and peered into the trash bin, then fished out a wooden pencil, and the other shuddered. Only one person liked using wooden pencils. Person. “Hey Person! Is this pencil yours?” Hexed asked. Person, who immediately denied it. Besides, that pencil was sharp, and Person’s stubby worn pencils didn’t match. So that topic was left alone, and they moved on and tried to find Flexoo's body. Hippin sprang to action. “Hey Guest writers!” he directed. “Let’s go and find Flexoo! Hurry!” While @Spy declined, since he was working on a special new article, the rest of the four went out insearch.” Three returned. “Where’s thief?” questioned @P.4.R.K.O.U.R. The others shook their head, and Conq's knuckles whitened as he gripped the skeleton of Flexoo. “Murdered” he mouthed, and a hush fell over the crowd. Suddenly, that hush was replaced by a string of accusations. But none for thief. They could not find him, and besides, Flexoo was supposed to be here on time. That case would be heavily debated at a later time. Besides, everyone was already arguing about who killed Flexoo first. “@Yisroel.Rabin definitely did it! He even said so in his Dictator piece! I proofread it and brushed it aside as a joke, and look what he did!” proclaimed @LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH as he started to take a bite of an apple. Yis quickly defended himself. “Wait a second, hold up!” he demanded. “I clearly wrote that @Magenta was the one to dethrone Flexbot! It can’t be me, it’s Magenta.” “Now, now,” announced @kaisdf to the other reporters, “I’m sure it was one of those Guest Writers. Yis says they don’t get paid, so they wanted a higher pay, and @Flexoo never agreed. This time, instead of pleading, they finished him off and plundered him for their paychecks!” @Magenta rose from his seat to defend himself. “It wasn’t me. Look over at @GrandExecutioner and @C.O.N.Q.U.E.R.O.R. They’re always so quiet and harmless, don’t you all think? Well, let me tell you. They’re probably the ones causing the ruckus since they can easily slip back into their aloof states. Now that I think of it, they may have made it a double kill and finished Thief off while they were at it!” While the guest writers quickly rushed to defend themselves, @Viking4s pointed out that the more fighting they all did, the less likely that the case would ever be solved. “Let’s go through this in a civilized manner, shall we? So let’s start. When was Flexoo last seen?” “I don’t remember,” many of the reporters began, but soon they determined that Flexoo was in his office working on articles and proofreading. However, no one remembered where they had seen him last. Instead, everyone decided to fight some more, and Vik's words didn't help at all. It may have made it worse. Arguments and angry chatter filled the room, Vikingsrall tried to calm everyone down, but they continued to annoy each other and shout accusations. Now the writers began to point towards the Amateur writers, and the heated debate turned into young AWS writers trying to defend themselves against reporters with evil stares. Person and Thor were being pushed into a corner, almost forced to confess under the glares of the higher level writers. Amidst the angry altercations, @Hexed slammed his clean plate down on the table. “Guys!” he yelled. “I know who did it.” WHO DID IT?

Argh, mac and google working against me.

Oh ok, then. Oh ok, then.

Hey, just saying, the least score you need to get is 90 for a star.

lol

Bring this back this instant!

I hate to tell you that i will have to be extremely inactive. I am sorry.

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As your editor, I am very proud.

GET ME IN THE NEWSPAPER NOWWWWW

I HAVE NO TALENT WHATSOEVER

Teach MEE

well then, I'll finish soon.