You aren't responding to my PMs.

Looks superb. A pity I don't know French.

Yay! Thanks Lolkiller, you are the best. Guess the thesaurus for captor got extinct.

@KariWolves, you are being provocative and insulting rather than funny. Hence I am ignoring your post. Player @H.4.R.M has been banned forever. Reason: Our names are similar. :P

The Dictraitor BREAKING NEWS: A dirty sock has been found in the possession of @Flexoo, a mult. Reports have confirmed that it is an unlicensed dirty sock and hence, illegal. The accounts of witnesses, who had been tortured by him, have been taken. Authorities have been trying for the past 5 days to get past the barricade of dirty socks around his residence. Will Flexoo, with his dirty socks, be able to achieve world domination? Stay tuned to find out, with The Dictraitor, Tanki's worst news source.

You probably misunderstood me . What I meant was that some got that crazy idea(really) and I just know about his nationality.

Sharks would have been better than Bears, no?

Without creativity there is no progress. When you grow up, you will need the creativity you developed when you were young to introduce new ideas and work better in your future jobs.

They probably mistook it as fatal creativity. Fatal creativity is actually like what a Chinese person had when he jumped off a cliff with an umbrella, thinking he'd survive.

Previous Chapters Chapter One – A Surprise Attack Chapter Two – The Task The Meeting He ran. He ran as fast as he could. He glimpsed behind. They were closing in on him. Shots ricocheted off the walls near him. He saw an open door and dived. He fastened the door with shivering hands, and turned around. His parents were bound to chairs. Behind them were militants, their guns ready to take the lives of his most beloved ones. It was all over. Leroy woke up in cold sweat. The clock chimed 6 o’ clock. He got up, and splashed his face with cold water in the bathroom. He looked at himself. He wasn’t Leroy anymore. The past two weeks had been spent altering his appearance and the way he walked, talked and ate. He changed his clothes, looking like a respectable businessman instead of a burglar and walked down the stairs of his new dwelling place. Picking up the morning newspaper, he sat on the sofa and stretched his legs on the table; instead of his usual mannered ways. When he glanced at the headlines though, his heart skipped a beat. There had been blasts in Croydon, Harper, Sanford and various other towns, massacring hundreds and injuring thousands. Ruthless militants had mercilessly gunned down anyone roaming on the streets. A level of Emergency had been declared in the nation. Leroy was horrified. This organisation had been planning big. And he knew that this was just the beginning. His racing thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. His bodyguard, or rather, his captor entered the room. “Your drive has come, Sir." With his head still aching from the shock, Leroy got into the car. “Where are we going?”, he asked the chauffeur. “You will know” was the reply. After about 20 minutes of travelling, they reached a bungalow near a forest whose façade was so magnificent, it seemed to belong to someone filthy rich. And so it turned out to be. Leroy was startled to find it to be the President’s unofficial residence. He was welcomed and taken inside. “Aha, General Vord, nice to meet you.”, President Richinagg greeted him, shaking his hand, which, in his childhood, he had dreamed of while getting the Bravery Award. But this was different. Leroy was spellbound. What had the President got to do with a terrorist organisation?! Now his mind was a complete mess, like a McDonald’s burger delivered carelessly. Then he remembered his mother’s words- It’s not long before he decides to destroy the whole community. And then it all clicked together. There was no chance Richinagg was going to win the elections with the opposition being strongly backed. So he was going to eliminate all smaller communities to ensure he had no rival. Immersed in these thoughts, he sat on the couch opposite the President. Richinagg offered him a cigarette. Leroy reluctantly took it. Now here came a problem. Leroy didn’t know anything about smoking other than that it was injurious to health. But this thing looked nothing like a scary spider or scorpion. Instead, it looked more like toilet paper. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but ask “Does this bite?”. The President gave him a curious glance, and then shook his head and held up a lighter. Ready to get out of the awkward situation, Leroy held his cigarette out for him to light. But still Leroy didn’t know what to do with the lit tube. But he guessed it had something to do with the smoke coming out. So, putting it in his left nostril, he blew it as hard as he could and a small flare erupted. Richinagg gave him a ‘What are you doing’ look, and then sighed. Leroy immediately took the cigarette out of his nose. “Vord, you are still shaken from the blast. Remember, I can give you all the money you want, but I can’t bribe the whole military. You need to keep a look out.” Leroy nodded and excused himself to the washroom. He locked the door from the inside. Seeing the ventilator, it sparked an idea, the hope for an escape. He lifted the grill and put it as softly as he could on the floor. He cursed himself when it made some noise. There was a huge pounding on the door. Realising the situation, Leroy squeezed himself out of the mansion. There was a forest in front of him. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He could hear the sound of his captor distantly approaching him. That guy was too fast. He reached a patch surrounded by dense bushes. He suddenly braked, coming to a stop in front of a woman carrying an M16. It didn’t take a second for him to realise that she worked for the organisation. He could hear the man shuffling through the bushes behind him. The lady lifted her rifle and aimed it at him….

Your mind forbids you to look beyond the instant disappeal of the topic on which this has been written and prevents you from acknowledging the beauty of writing and the humour hidden underneath the silly looking article.To keep it simple, you need to enjoy the rollercoaster of humour and the merry-go-round of writing to step into Magentaland. BTW, Magenta, where's da pressure cooker! if you really want to train us, publish the Friday Ripe early lest it become overripe. That reminds me something.... GOD, MY MANGOES.... Nooooooo!

Lol. You learnt this in Vocab class or scanned an oxford dictionary?

K. Probably not gonna leave AWS. At least its not full of noob buyer mults. But I sure am leaving contests. Full of such biassed crap.

To put it in a nutshell, the forum too has become a pay to win place. Well, then RIP. Both the game and the forum are dead.

Even if 4 people participate the 4th one gets consolation prize and anyway I deserve 2nd or 3rd

A big thank you to the mod for the effort he put. But I guess you didn't get the KFC joke right. Jake says Ron's behaviour is horrible and Ron misunderstands it as an insult to the chicken. In the published version the slogan 'It's finger lickin' good' doesn't quite match. So I edited it back.

What about me? I too wrote an entry and checked everyday to make sure it had not been disqualified.

Player @KariWolves has been banned FOREVER and banished to hell. Reason: Calling himself a pro and a non-mult and using emojis. Reported to tech support for permanent block and to Saint Peters for banishing.

Neither am I being impatient nor am I urging you to be quick or anything but I just wanted to know whether my story got posted (not published) in the AWS because I sometimes have poor wifi.

You just figured out the south-east asian region.

Previous Parts: Chapter One - A Surprise Attack The Task Leroy, after gaining consciousness glimpsed around wildly. He was in a dark room where only a slit of a window provided light. He was tied up along with his allies. Beside him, sitting upright and awake was Bob, the head of the unit, cursing himself under the breath. Leroy consoled him. “It is not your fault. We were not well informed about the danger. I can’t believe our department didn’t notice it…”Bob managed to smile. “These really aren’t just regular bandits.” Leroy nodded. “Whoever they are, they are well organised. Who do you think is their boss?”. Bob pondered for a while “Umm… JOHN CENA!” Leroy glared at him. He then decided that it was up to him to plot the escape. He felt the knot. It was a tough army knot, impossible to break through. He wondered how the enemies knew about it. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the creaking of the steel door. Several armed men entered and nudged everyone awake. Even with their legs tied, most of them managed to stand. A well-built man walked into the room. In the dim light, a big scar was visible on his face stretching from the temples and across his left cheek. “Such a big catch, huh. Nice!” An ally of Leroy’s gathered enough courage “What are you monsters planning?”, he asked boldly. “Chaos!”, the man snarled back. “Let the people of Harper get terrorised and bow before us! We will take over the whole place, and no one will be spared, except probably, the KFC employees. We love chicken. It’s so darn tasty.” The scarred man took a closer look at each of them. When his gaze fell on Leroy though, horror spread across his face. But the next moment, it was replaced with an evil smile. He whispered something in the ear of one of the guards, and the guard nodded. The men trained their weapons at them. Leroy closed his eyes waiting for the obvious. He remembered his family. This wasn’t the life he had dreamed of in his childhood. Shots echoed in the room followed by blood-curdling screams and cries. It was horrifying. As sudden as the firing had started, it stopped, and silence consumed the room. Leroy heard a sound which brought back hope in him. His heart was beating. He opened his eyes to find all his friends dead. No one had survived except him. But why? A guard walked towards him and suddenly grabbed him by the arm and half-dragged him out and across the hall. The whole hall looked as if it had been recently refurbished. Who was financing this terrorist organisation? They came to a sudden halt in front of a door. They entered the room without knocking. “Such mannerless Neanderthals.”, He wondered. This room also was dark. “These guys are probably bats.”, thought Leroy. The scarred man sat on a revolving chair, his back facing him. Another person stood by him. What was amazing was the fact that they weren’t hanging from the roof. Leroy was too bewildered to speak anything. The scarred man broke the silence. “You must be wondering why you are still alive.” “Because we ran out of bullets?”, suggested the other person. “Shut up, Ron! ...So where was I? Yeah, we left you out because we want you to do a task for us…” “Yeah, order some KFC chicken for us and pay for it!”, ordered Ron. "Stop this disgusting behaviour, you MORON. It's HORRIBLE!”, groaned the scarred man. “HOW DARE YOU SAY THIS, JAKE! It’s finger-licking' good!” “For God’s sake Ron, I am NOT talking about chicken! Yeah, so about the darned task…you see this picture?” The scarred man, Jake, handed Leroy a small photograph. The person in it looked just like him. “It’s me.”, he managed to blurt out. “No, it’s not…”, Ron replied, “It is of our leader. He was badly injured in a blast by the military. He barely survived. But the threat still remains…” “And that’s where you come in my boy.”, Jake stared coldly into Leroy’s eyes. “You will be his double.”

Itna sannata kyon hai bhai?

Even if the corn is there, it needs help to pop.So why don't you become a pressure cooker start a training series. Friday Ripe, maybe.

Player @KariWolves has been banned FOREVER. Reason: Mult shadup. Reported to for protection against the person below.

Just read @GrandExecutioner's 'The Medic'. Both the story and the avatar just blew up my mind. Feel like hiding. Is there any Noob Writing Section? :ph34r: