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?

You asking me? If you are... Soon... Please wait for assistance. Editing story ideas and submitting. Update: I have a new story idea, but I might not publish due to scholastics entry.

It stinks being WO2 and having M1 10/10, yet it's fun to torture those with weak equipment. drugging hasnt become a way of life yet, but playing against lieut ranks there are more druggers in your battles. Well im average so I don't know.

When can I be accepted as applicant (beside ranking up) wut else do i need to do?

where is war site

Dang you are a good writer. Wish I was that good...

Verb tenses. And maybe change the dialogue. Too ping-pong.

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Congrats @thethiefofvictory on the rank up! I don't know why I'm saying this. Oh no so many entries. Time to believe in the power of writing a story without doubting myself. And @Royalworld, your story is great. There are some grammar errors here and there, but there is time. But then I thought Gerald was against guns...

I want cross back!

Several minor issues here and there. Better than most of my stories. Haha. Maybe change the dialogue, kinda ping-pong. Cliffhanger not bad, could be used for sequel. P.S. I thought Gerald no uses a gun.

I'm kind of not sure if this is a chapter or if this is the whole story. Otherwise, great piece!

You do realize that some people don't have the money or time. (me...)

Lol @tweezers your style is awesome! "just a wee bit biased" makes me think very biased but then i might be biased...

I hate being assigned!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wanted EN!!!!!!!

Very intriguing....