Gee that's sad. But some people make an income off of writing. ...me

This story left me slightly confused. And trust me, I write terrible. Believability is the big issue here.

I have 80 something k, which turret should I buy?

Actually Firebird is more weird growth so on my side of the table, it's weaker.

total_skill, I guess I don't put much grammar stuffs into my posts, but I'm pretty good with grammar when in AWS topics. But people don't want to read your articles and see a display of grammar skills. They want to be entertained. Which is what I'm not good at.

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lol, but I kind of like it monthly because it's a good read. But whatever you do, do not make it quarterly. Then people will forget about the news. I know since I have a quarterly magazine. I completely forgot about it. Until the next issue came.

Double post alerts! Anyways, this topic is pretty popular parkour so don't sell yourself short.

No don't revert to bimonthly! I need crystals from contests because I need to refinance on modules and a kit!

I'm pretty good with grammar already but i still need work on commas. Well, firebirds damage is nothing to brag about. My M1 10/10 is now a M1 and M0 is like a M-1. And freeze stealing your thunder will be annoying. You can't depend on afterburn, but the devs want you to.

Thanks Tanki for weakening firebird! It's M0 damage is like a M -1.

Yeah I'll probably spend more time in forum since TO weakened my firebird M1 10/10 and made it a joke.

Thanks for making firebird look like a joke. My old M1 10/10 is now worth M3 and my new one is a puff of smoke. Thanks for wasting all the 94600 crystals I spend MUing it. 50 damages at M0 is a joke. Even smoky wins against it now! And you decreased afterburn so we'll have to rely on it. Amazing job! Might I remind you if a freeze steals your thunder by cooling it. Now it's a lowly candle fire compared to every other turret. Great, I'll have to invest in isida or something else now. A great thanks to all Tanki Devs!

I still think I need work... nobody reads my stuff enough. Or maybe I have too high expectations.

lol sounds like R&J a bit... but i guess that's all love stories. Enjoyed but believability factor is off.

End unfair battles early based on flag/goal difference Sometimes the teams are so unfair and one side is getting slaughtered. Instead of flag limits and point/kill limits, there should be a difference. For example 5 flags or 5 balls in rugby, 40-50 pts/deaths in TDM/ASL, and 20-25 in CP. That way people won't have to face a really unfair battle for long.

boo to firebird damage decrease! I have a M1 10/10 and you're degrading me ty a lot!

“Heretics typically faced death because they went against the church beliefs. Glad to know that you’re finally joining us, Ms Palano because you do realise that we will have a test sometime soon?” he finished, casting a look of disapproval at my glancing towards the blank walls. Finally, after several minutes, the bell rang, and I stepped out of the classroom. Only one class left to go: science. After a simple discussion on photosynthesis, the teacher decided to force us to finish some worksheets, and I had quite a bit of free time. Taking out my journal, I noted a large number of new words in the code languages I have. Finally, when the final bell dismissed everyone, I rushed to get my instrument and follow Kris, Ethan, and Bryanna to the Avail Academy bus. Even though nobody else had other things to do before getting to the bus, I always arrived in front of all the other middle school students. Also, if I didn’t, Mr Hervon, the bus driver, shot me a poisonous look. Just because my parents and the Hervons weren’t too close to each other meant that I didn’t have all the privileges that the others had. After a long line to the music room, I checked my watch as I passed the sidewalk. 2:37. In about three minutes, I would face a lecture, and I knew I needed to hurry. In my haste, I thought I heard something clatter to the sidewalk as I dashed across the streets. Fortunately, I made it just in time, and clambered on the bus and sat on a battered seat. Though the bus looked slightly clean on the outside, the floors could revive a colony of dead ants with the number of crumbs on the ground, and the cracks between the windows usually revealed globs of dried gum. Once the bus began to close, I checked everything in my backpack, hoping that I only dropped a few pencils. Everything was intact. However, where was my notebook? Thinking back, I must have dropped it around the campus. Hoping that Mr Hervon was in a good mood, I asked, “ Mr Hervon, can you stop? I dropped my notebook!” Instead of pulling over, I saw his venomous stare for a moment as he continued driving away. The last I saw was the shiny cover of my notebook on the pavement before we turned away. Welcome to this new series. I hope you've read Chapter 1, if not, it's here. Enjoy! And please respond to my writing! The feedback I get is really helpful for Chapters 3 and 4.

Eh Parkour you are good. I've been working on this idea for a year before actually writing it out. There's some foreshadowing here and there. Well, the character and the beginning took time, but that's detail work. And plus, your stories are more popular than mine. It's just one good chapter, really. Chs. 2 & 3 are really nothing. True but I'm a tryhard anyways... I'm in AP calc. K taken your advices and thx Ch 2 will be out soon! and the future chapters... depends on my classes.

i think it is has but i can't be sure.

In the midst of a dream, while trying not to look sleepy in history classes, I drifted off soon enough. Awakened in the middle of the wedding march, I see faces well hidden by the veils they wore, or their sunglasses shielding their eyes from the bright rays of summer sun. But I will never forget that triangular face. During the ceremony, many people step up and speak about the soon-to-be together couple, a somewhat small pair compared to the taller people in these days. After drifting in and out of boredom while listening to endless speeches, a slim woman wearing a summer dress steps up lightly. She reminds me of my older cousin: same hair, same eyes, same taste in clothes, even. Stepping up, she smiles weakly at the crowd, then lays her speech on the stand. However, I can’t hear a thing at first, but I realise that I am just too far away. Since her voice cannot project, like mine, I only catch a few words blowing in the wind towards me. However, in the front rows, I see the audience gasping as if she has cast a curse on the couple. “And you said you would not go official until 2020, but you broke that promise two years ago! So is it now July 15th, 2033? Has time gone forward two years?” I shudder at the thought of those words, which sting like poison even to an outsider like me. “I tried to warn you… but you treated us like chopped liver!” Another phrase like that, and I see a woman in the corner faint, the others try to help her up. But in the midst, someone else stands out: the only one who paid attention to the insulting words sincerely. I lean closer to hear everything I can, but her words come to a close, and then I really see her complexion, glowing in several shades of anger and jealousy like never before. Instantly, her face turns pale, she staggers back a few steps, and it looks like she will fall. And she is on her knees as I hear her last syllable. “...co?!” With that, she keels over right into the stunned piano player. “Jo-Ann Palano!” the history teacher calls. “Answer the question!” Struggling to think of a response, I only remember the final scenes of my dream, the woman collapsing, her face lifeless. “Death!” I cry, unaware that I have replied out loud. “Yes, precisely. Death is the answer...” Welcome to a new series, Untreated. This is so unlike my usual writing styles... So please read and comment for the feedback! Thanks! -P.R.

Congrats to all and special thx to Flexoo for this contest. Hoping for new CtS soon... if time permits.

So this is story edition?

so you changed club paint to white?

wut about it?