Thanks for your suggestion Tweezers! I'll make the name "twelve"

Perhaps...however the thing you have to keep in mind, is that generally these alts end up purchasing lots of crystals, so it isn't killing the game

I see. As it was my first time, I wasn't really sure where to go. Thanks for your advice though, I shall definitely take it into account for my next victim interviewee

isn't she a beauty?

Today I have with me the newest, yet lightyears from incompetent, Reporter Marc. Marc is a Wiki Editor as well as a Reporter, and he can frequently be found helping out on the Forum. He is also very quick to reply to any messages and has helped me a great many times. Regardless of that, this interview isn’t me incessantly rambling on about how helpful I think Marc is, so let’s get on with it. Tankers section First, let’s start with the tankers section. My goal here was to ask Marc questions about his Tanki career and get to know him as a tanker. There are questions in this section such as his beginnings, but there are also Hypothetical questions. Me: When did you start playing Tanki? What kept you playing? How did you discover Tanki? Marc: I joined in 2015. I played enthusiastically until around mid-late 2017, which coincidentally also happens to be around the time I was accepted as a Wiki Editor. The only thing that has kept me in this game till now is the community and my three major jobs. I was introduced by a close friend via. Miniclip. You can read more about my story here. Me: I do suggest to anyone reading this to just take a minute and click that link. I’d say that the story is quite interesting and definitely a worthwhile read. Also, I was introduced to Tanki the same way Marc. Me: What was your very first purchase? Do you remember it fondly or do you not like it? Marc: My first purchase was probably Twins M0 or something like that but my first 'proper' one that I saved up for was Railgun + Hornet M1, with Tundra paint. I saved for months for it. Me: And here I am. The sad little noob who’s never saved up crystals to splash out on sales. Any tips for saving crystals, Marc? Marc: Don’t spend them. Me: Thanks for that. Moving on then, what In retrospect, was the way you built your garage good for you, or has it interfered with your playing style a lot? Marc: I'm not that sure. I never really played with much equipment on my main account, so once I hit Major, I pretty much exclusively played XP/BP, so other equipment didn't really bother me. My alt account, however, is much better in terms of its garage (@Authority). Me: You must have great skills at XP/BP then I suppose. I struggle to even hit a stationary wall, so I think that your skills definitely warrant a duel to anyone who challenges you. Me: So I’ve gotten to know you as a tanker… but what about as a Helper? What led you to apply for Wiki Editor? Marc: I always looked up to Wiki Editors, they were always such admirable people. It took me a few weeks to be accepted as Candidate and a long, thorough 2-month wait, but it was worth it. If I'm being completely honest, I was probably quite stupid back then, so I applied for the job partially for the perks. However, in hindsight, I wish I hadn't, for those who apply only for the rewards never succeed. Me: I feel you, Marc. I’d rather not admit it, but I did once in the past (3 or so years ago) apply for the perks. Needless to say, I’ve fixed my ways and now I just want to become a Reporter because I would love to do it. Speaking of Reporters, Why did you apply for Reporter? Was it a desire you had for a long time? Marc: I've always wanted to be a Reporter since I was probably a Warrant Officer. I gave up that dream when I was chosen as a Wiki Editor. After a while, I felt that my writing was suppressed - I could write for the Wiki, but not without limits. I didn't like being 'creatively bound' and wanted to be a bit more free with my writing, hence applying for Reporter. Me: That makes sense. Your interest in English paired with your wiki, matter-of-factly writing style are a formidable combo, I’d say. Now, my next question is purely hypothetical. If you could live in any one time period in Tanki, when would it be? Marc: Tough question. Early 2016 was great for me - I had a lot of friends playing the game, daily STG's with cool guys, a nice Clan, just overall a lot of fun. I know I missed the golden era of Tanki, but 2016 will always be cherished. Me: Agreed. I among lots of other people miss that time too. Before going on, How long can we hope to see you a reporter? It’d be a shame to see you go early on. Marc: Well, I don't plan on leaving anytime soon, sooo forever? Me: That’s great! The Marc section To the Marc section! Yes, I’ve talked about/with Marc for all this time, and there’s a Marc section. This part is all about getting to know our keyboard warrior, friendly reporter, and Wiki editor. There are some partially personal questions which Marc answered as well as a few What if? scenarios. Me: Would you mind sharing your name and hobbies in real life other than Tanki? Marc: My name is, obviously, Marc and some of my passions include cricket, gaming, and sports in general. My main passion would definitely be cricket, though. P.S that's a sport for all you non-Commonwealth nubs. Me: I see. I used to be quite the cricket fan just like you. Now I’m not really much for it, but I’ve grown into other things like Maths and science. I used to wish I could be a cricketer. Speaking of wishes, If you could have one wish (other than more wishes) what would it be? Marc: To end homelessness. Oh yeah, and this, too: Me: Sounds like a good request Marc. On a rather unconnected note, If you don't mind sharing, what was the happiest moment of your life? Marc: I've had some pretty awesome moments on the cricket field and some cool holidays, so probably them. Me: I see. On the flip side, If you don't mind sharing, what is your biggest regret? Marc: I'm not really sure, in Tanki, it'd probably be one of my old keyboard-warrior moments. Me: I see. Well, that must mean that you’re quite a satisfied person. You said that your passion is cricket earlier on. But what is your favorite thing to study? As in perhaps Math or English or History, and why? Marc: English, Geography, and History intrigue me. I enjoy writing and writing creatively, hence why they'd be my more enjoyable subjects. I tend to do well at maths but I hate it to bits. Me: Interesting! Your writing definitely gives away the fact that you enjoy writing. I’m pretty much the opposite of you then I guess, I love Maths. Anyhow, let’s talk about you! If you could change a detail of your Tanki career or your life, what would it be? Marc: My previous bans from 1-2 years ago and stupid things said. Me: I’d wish the same without a doubt. Now let’s get to the more philosophical parts of this interview. What would you say to anyone reading this article now? Marc: Stay in school, don't do drugs, don't drug too much, don't lag too much, don't mult too much. Oh yes, and go read the Newspaper, Wiki and participate in Tanki Thinking Challenge kthxbai. Me: Would you have any final remarks? Marc: No, I don't have any final reMarcs. Huehuehue Me: I get the pun! Nice one! Well then, I better go off to look for my next victim… err… I mean interviewee. Great getting to know you, Marc, bye! Conclusion As you could probably tell, Marc is one of the most friendly people on this forum, which was quite clearly shown through his not minding to answer the more personal questions. His skill on the battlefield is also quite remarkable, with his 650+ hours no-lifing honing his skills with Railgun and Hornet. To end the Interview, I just hope that you got to know Marc better.

I see. I'll do that for my next part for sure. Thanks for the advice!

n no literally, my laptop's n key doesn't work, so I keep it copied.

Sleep eluded Logan. This particular night, his fight with Punisher simply didn’t leave his mind. He was not particularly eager to go back to his life of hacking apart people. He much preferred hacking apart roast chicken now. Something about all his years of fighting had started to take a toll on him. “Get up Logan, we’re here.” “Where exactly is “here” Anderson?” “You know, our secret base. We’re also bringing in the others, but while we do, we’re gonna try to amplify your healing factor. You see, we have some blood from Deadpool. Using that, we synthesized a special serum which can accelerate your healing factor.” As Anderson finished his sentence, the helicopter gently touched down on what looked like grass. Anderson’s voice was replaced with the roaring engines of the helicopter as the door of the helicopter opened and Logan and Anderson stepped into the warmth of the sun. “Please follow Mr. James, Logan. He’ll take you to the lab and inject you with the accelerator. Also, we prepared three doses of berserker rage for you. I won’t bore you with the details, but they’re for emergencies only, and within a few seconds of entering your bloodstream, they will forcefully send you to a rather violent berserker mode for a few minutes.” “You said you wouldn’t bore me with all of the details, Anderson.” “This way, Mr. Logan,” said a short and stout man. His blond hair glistened under the sun like a diamond. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle. “Hello, James. Let’s go then.” Logan sighed. The two of them proceeded towards the lab. Along the way, Logan noticed lots of weapons casually decorating the walls. The base was massive, but the lab area was a very confined space with lots of different vials. James motioned Logan to lie down on a bed like structure and tied Logan to it. “Just a little prick Mr. Logan. Nothing you’re not used to.” “How much time till I’ll be able to tell the difference, James?” “A few minutes at worst. Instantly at best.” James flicked the injection and pushed it gingerly into Logan’s arm. Within minutes, the signs of wear on Logan’s face were replaced with energy. “Nice. I didn’t expect it to work, but I feel almost new now!” “Yes. Let me see how well it works.” James walked towards his desk and pulled out a gun, and promptly emptied the ammo on Logan’s face. In a few minutes, Logan got up, claws extended, and almost slashed at James, but James managed to conjure the words “It was only a test! Please don’t kill me!” Logan slowly retracted his claws and sat on a chair. “This serum really works.” “Seeing as it healed you from taking 10 or so shots to the head,” James slowly got up, “I’d say so too.” “I feel amazing.” “Let’s go tell Anderson then, shall we Logan?” James brushed the dust off his clothes and the two walked to Anderson as though nothing had happened between them. The two of them walked to the main room and stopped briefly at the door. “I just remembered, I forgot something. Go on Logan, I’ll catch up with you.” “Where’re you going?” “Just there.” James pointed to a dark corridor. “Alright, I’ll see you there then.” Logan continued to walk towards the base. When he got there, a strange sight greeted him. Blood stained the hallways and corpses decorated the floors. “What the hell happened here?!” Logan was not used to seeing corpses of people he didn’t kill. From the shadows emerged a figure. It was a tall humanoid figure, with a rather disfigured face, glasses on his eyes and two metal horns forcibly put on his head. The man gave Logan a disgruntled sigh and walked towards Logan, extending metal claws as he approached Logan. “What are you?” No response. Who or whatever this was, it didn’t seem very friendly, nor did it seem to speak. As it got closer, Logan extended his claws, injected himself with the berserker serum and charged towards it. It seemed clear now that this was none other than weapon Twelve. The claws and the horns made it explicitly clear to Logan. The man yelled and ran towards Logan. Logan fell to the floor and slid under its legs, cutting the legs of his enemy on his way off. “Ahhh!” the behemoth exclaimed as it almost fell to the floor. Even still, it got up in seconds as though Logan had never touched it. “Why do governments always have to do something stupid?!” Logan yelled, exasperated. Logan punched it and moaned from the pain. Weapon twelve picked up Logan and threw him at a wall, breaking the wall in the process. Logan curled up in agony. He managed to lick his wounds and raise his claws just as weapon Twelve slashed at Logan. Logan felt a prick, and then nothing. His left hand’s claws were replaced with stubs. “Alright, if you wanna do it that way, I can go!” Logan jumped on weapon Twelve, ripped out the stubs of his claws and jammed them into weapon Twelve’s face. Weapon Twelve reacted by punching Logan through another wall. Logan got up, and with his remaining claws, hacked weapon Twelve to unconsciousness. “Anderson!” Logan yelled in pain. He had forgotten about his relationship with pain, but pain hadn’t forgotten Logan. He managed to get into a small box and then darkness took him.

I see. I do feel that sometimes my message is slighlty convoluted. Any solutions?

Thanks! Thanks Tweezers! Mind if I ask what grammar corrections you made if you don't mind?

Thanks Tweezers!

100 crystals is wayyy too much Mr. nives. I mean, who can afford that?

Nice! lookng forward to these changes. I've wanted to try out the assault and rugby modes, but I found it quite difficult to manage. With these new updates, I think it should be more fun.

Ageless The sun was setting as Logan sat in his chair, observing the glimmering lake and the animals coming out. Logan had retired from the X-men and just wanted to be left alone, which perhaps explained why he was literally in the middle of nowhere. He had had lots of fights with people, but none worse than his last fight with Magneto, due to which Logan had lost his adamantium and most of his healing factor. His peace was interrupted by the sound of engines, followed by a brief thump. As Logan got up, he walked to the stairs of his small cottage and there stood a helicopter. “Glad to know you’re still alive Logan!” “Yeah, me too. What do you want? I assume it’s some government related problem.” “Well.. yeah. How did you know?” “A random stranger tracks me to the middle of nowhere, comes in a helicopter and with soldiers. Don’t you think it's clear that the Canadian government screwed up something?” “Great, then you know why I’m here!” “Not exactly. I didn’t catch your name. Who are you?” “I’m Anderson. Now, the exact problem is this. So we were trying to retire you by creating a weapon twelve, and giving it lots of skills… Including your talent at recovering from injuries and your razor-sharp claws. A mole inside the research development team activated this weapon twelve and also removed our control over it.” “So you when you say “retire” me, you mean to say your plan was to kill me off and then use your latest weapon to get stuff done?” “Yes. Now the thing is, we weren’t just planning to kill you. If weapon twelve had worked out, we were going to kill off Deadshot, Punisher, Daredevil, and Cyclops too.” “Right. So you want me, a mutant with very little of his mutations left, to help you out by fixing your problem which had the goal of killing me?” “Yes Mr. Logan, that’s correct. It’s not fixing my problem. Once weapon twelve starts to understand what it can do, there’ll be no one who can stop it from trying to destroy the world. We can only take it down while it hasn’t discovered all of its abilities.” “That’s great! So exactly what use would you have for a 50-year old man, with an almost useless healing factor and claws which can’t even stop a knife?” “That’s what I wanted to tell-” “Come on out boys! Anderson and his pet are here!” a tall man yelled. Within seconds, Logan’s house was infested with soldiers. Logan put his head in his hands and knelt on the floor. “What are you doing?!” “I know this is a test Anderson, you ain’t fooling me.” Logan heard a gun cock. “Logan! This isn’t a test! These men are here to kill you and me! I’m not testing you!” “A test? Logan, do you think I would “Test” you by getting my worst enemy here to kill us?!” “He thinks that I’m a test?! No Logan. I’m no test. I’m your death.” “Don’t you know? I can heal from death.” “Yeah, not this time.” The man waved his hand at his soldier. The soldier brought him a sword and the man delicately pulled it out. “You see, I have the Masumura blade. It’s the one object that can kill you.” The man raised his sword. “Any last words Wolverine?” Before Logan could respond, the blade came down on his head. Logan extended his claws last minute and blocked the strike. “Yeah. Don’t EVER call me Wolverine again.” After saying that, Logan pushed off the man and proceeded to viciously attack the soldiers; stabbing, slashing and hacking. Once Logan was done, blood coated the once green leaves and human remains decorated the trees and the floor. “Alright, lesson learned. Never call you Wolverine.” “Good then. I guess you’ve brought me back to this hell.” “I have no healing factor and my claws can’t even stop a knife. I'm also 50 years old.” Anderson mocked Logan. “I think we’re gonna get along very well, Anderson.”

I see. Interesting that you'd recall it and write it.

I see. I also quite like your series, it does seem quite interesting.

I think I will. I learned much from writing that, and also I did have some thoughts regarding where I could go. Mind if I ask why you ask?

my mistake, pardon me.

Well that's one way to see it, I suppose. I feel that reporters (especially Destrod) have in general really helped me improve my writing. With the fact that the reporters don't actually have an obligation to help us, I'd say I am quite happy that they are.

Please read at your own discretion as the following content has partial profanity and may seem outright depressing. It may also seem violent. The sun was rising over the Scorch. Newt was walking out under the blazing sun. His head was throbbing with pain, he had somehow summoned the energy to walk after having a feast at a grocery store. Of course, there was no one in the store, so he just took it. He had a reason to fight now. He had to avenge Jackson but to do that he’d have to get to the crank rebels Jackson was talking about. Newt was just about to collapse from exhaustion when he came across an army barrack. An idea crossed his mind about how he could destroy the new WICKED base. “I see you’re new here! Help me, please! I need help!” A crank told Newt as he entered the barracks. “I don’t bloody care.” After saying that the crank charged at Newt. Newt jumped into a tank and locked its door. “Come out! Help! Please help me!” “Alright! Stand in front of the long hole, I’ll cure you!” Newt replied quite irritated. The crank did what he was told. Newt shoved a shell into the loading area and then fired it, splattering the crank’s blood everywhere. The gears in Newt’s mind turned. He picked up all the guns he could find and even took a rocket launcher with a rocket. After that, he blew open the door and went to war. Inside the WICKED base, chaos broke out. The scanners inside had picked up a tank painted in blood headed their way. “Michael! Get out weaponry online! We can’t let that tank come any closer than it is!” “Yes sir, we’re trying. The shock cannons are the only ones working! It seems that the crank which escaped is behind this.” “Look, Michael. Just look at these poor people. No child nor woman in here deserves to get the flare. Not one of them deserves to die like this. Our cause is just, most of the crank rebellion is gone, and to save these people and ourselves, we must kill this crank. Your men should have finished him in the dark that day. You killed his friend and gave him a reason to attack us!” “Sir, if I might add-” “No, you may not. Get to work on something immediately!” Michael hurried off, knowing that the invasion was imminent. As time moved, Newt’s tank began to close in on the non-immunes. Soon enough, the tank stopped in front of rocks which seemed like pebbles to the artillery in the tank. “You never should’ve taken my friend!” Newt’s voice boomed over the speakers of the tank, “It was bloody stupid of you. That’s why I’m gonna kill you all. Jackson was my good friend after I got to know him. You don’t take people’s friends and expect to bloody well get away with it.” After his short speech, Newt prepared the pulse gun and fired it at the destroyed complex. The ruins crumbled after a shot. Newt watched triumphantly from the safety of his tank and started to get closer to the compound. He had wreaked havoc inside his former prison. “Michael! Where are our countermeasures?!” “I managed to find a dynamite stick, sir! It’s a launching model.” “Well then launch it, Michael!” “Yes sir, I just have to make repairs on the actual launcher.” Newt found the time to close in a lot more and fire a whole lot more ammunition. From the looks of it, WICKED was now almost destroyed completely. The rocks were ground to dust, the shrapnel had been vaporized and the cranks were no more. Newt had almost done it when an explosion rocked his tank. Newt tried to move forward. The computer displayed a message which said “Mobile systems failed, critical damage detected in treads. Worse still, a horde of angry people was now approaching Newt. Not just a few, but at least a couple hundred. “Kill him now!” a voice roared. “I say we execute him with his own gun!” yet another screamed. It became blatantly clear to Newt that he wasn’t very well liked by his enemies. Seeing as he still had time, Newt pulled out all his weapons and ammo and jumped onto the tank’s now destroyed turret. “You want some?! Come and get some!” Newt manically started emptying ammunition on the hoard. Within a few minutes, the crowd had almost halved. Newt chucked out his used magazine and reached for a new one, only to realize that in his foolishness, he had squandered his bullets. Then, he realized that he still had one edge. There were at least 200 meters of desert sand between his enemies and him. Newt took his rocket launcher and rockets and headed as far as he could. Soon, his exhaustion gave way to recklessness. The hoard had reached the tank now. His plan had worked. He fired a rocket at the tank and everything near it was engulfed in flames. His enemies lay smoldering on the floor. Newt picked up a pistol he had found in the desert and headed towards the tank, just to make sure. When he got to the desolated site of the tank, he was greeted by the putrid smell of burning corpses. Newt saw, in the distance, a figure. Barely standing. It was the general. “So you’re the bloody moron who started this crap in the first place. That makes sense. You were at the back, which must have meant that you were bloody important.” “Why? Why did you kill my people!” the general reached for his knife slowly. “You took my friend and would have killed me.” “You mean like I killed the crank rebellion? They were… pathetic!” The general suddenly flew into a rage and slashed the knife left and right, missing Newt each time. Newt fired a bullet into the general’s hand and he collapsed in pain. “People like you don’t deserve to live!” Newt fired shot after shot at the general until he was sure that the general was dead. Then, he dropped the pistol and started to walk away from the mostly destroyed WICKED base. “You’re… wrong!” The general reached for the pistol. Newt turned around just in time to see the gun pointed his way. Then, the general fired. First Newt felt the bullet break his skull. Then, he was greeted by a voice. “Congratulations! You are the winner of the game survive!” Suddenly, Newt was alive again, with all his friends in an arcade. “Well done Newt! Even though your character wasn’t immune, you still survived longer than me, man. I dropped the ball on everything when I tried to make electricity. Speaking of which, nobody shall speak of that at school, got it? Besides, the only reason you didn’t die from that make-belief disease or go crazy, was because I shot you where the disease was, so I stupidly slowed it down and I lost.” “What the bloody hell is happening?!” Newt raised his finger at Jackson in disbelief “You’re supposed to be dead! What is this, heaven?!” “No man,” Jackson replied, “It’s been a few hours, but it's your 18th birthday! You said you wanted to do have a dystopian simulation!” “Oh yeah! Never again though. It was fun, but that game was far too real for comfort.” “Newt?! Are you ready to go? Let’s grab you and your friends some pizza and then we can head home ok?” “Ok Mom, sounds good.” Newt and his friends left the arcade.

Yeah, This has nothing to do with the real maze runner stories. My story is set right after the death cure, and my goal was to make it the same timeline. I also felt that writing about a character like Thomas would be a "perfect" story because there would be no flare and all, and Newt's my personal favourite too.

Thanks Destrod! If you don't mind me asking, what do you mean when you say replacing words with pronouns and changes in line spacing?

nice! looking forward to war!

Thunder special modification I feel that Thunder isn't dependent on a user's skill, rather on the protections your enemies have and your drugs. Consequently, I feel like thunder should get a type of buff. In my opinion Thunder should get a type of buff. It would be too overpowered if it had a complete buff, so here's my idea. Thunder's damage relies on the enemies' protection against Thunder. For example, if the enemy has 0% protection, the Thunder damage stays as it is. With every 1% increase in protection, Thunder takes an additional 5 hp off your enemies health. Of course, the system could get abused if it were like this and I shot an enemy who had 50% protection and inflicted extra damage to a nearby enemy with the same damage, Thunder would get too OP. So, Thunder will deal the player with 0% protection regular damage, and the player with protection gets amped up damage, so that Thunder is more balanced. I feel it's too weak now. I mean, a few times in Silence, I do 100-200 damage. Twins m1 does more damage than that.

WICKED is the novel, W.C.K.D is the movie.