Seems like fun. When I first read it, I thought some hacker had managed to post in the news section.

Please read at your own discretion as the following content has partial profanity and may seem outright depressing. Newt gingerly touched the collapsed walls of his former prison. Memories flooded his mind. Him and Thomas, playing around and sneaking out. Getting sent to the maze, and going back to WICKED for the second phase. Even hearing that he had the flare. Looking at the ruins made Newt quite happy, but somewhere deep inside, he felt sad. “Well, Tommy did a bloody good job at destroying WICKED.” “Yeah… he did.” Jackson replied, shocked at what Thomas had accomplished. The two rushed towards the building, eager to see their allies. Newt rushed inside what had been the crank pit, only to find that a few cranks were scratching the walls among other things. “Let’s kill ‘em” “Bloody good idea!” Newt snatched Jackson’s gun and emptied the clip. Soon, there were lots of dead bodies in front of them. “You got any more ammo, Jackson?” “I’m out man. We shouldn’t have wasted that ammo.” Newt didn’t reply. He knew he’d done something stupid. Newt pulled out his knife. “What about me?” Newt bent down, picked up a pocket knife and handed it to Jackson. “Yeah. If someone attacks me, this pocket knife will totally save me.” “It’ll work much better than your fists. Let’s go… I think I remember the way to the living quarters.” With that, the two of them walked deeper inside the building. “Hey, Harry! Come back quick! Two-” Newt found the man sending out the warning and impaled his knife through the man. “You’re the crank…” The man figured out Newt’s secret. Newt nodded. “I am...and I’m gonna kill you and your pathetic little group before you kill me and my friend here. Newt pulled out the knife and the man slumped to the floor. “Newt! We’ve got enemies!” Jackson yelled as he pushed Newt behind a wall, just as bullets were fired. “Come out and we’ll shoot you in the head and end you painlessly!” “Bloody good offer, but I’ll have to decline.” “What?! Newt, they’ve gotten here! The planted the sign there! They also happen to have guns, so exactly what do we fight them with?” “I know they have guns... If we take out their lamps, we can take them out. Hand me your pocket knife.” Jackson handed over the pocket knife. Newt turned around and took a quick peek at his enemies. Three men, all armed with some sort of gun. Newt took aim and threw the knife trying to hide behind the wall. The knife found its mark and the lamp fell to the floor, making a wet mess of oil, glass, and metal. Suddenly a light pointed in Newt’s direction. Jackson took Newt’s knife and ran towards the men. A few minutes and lots of bullets later, Jackson returned. “I...took... them...out.” Jackson almost fell to the floor. Newt caught him. “Yes, you did Jackson. You did a bloody good job.” Newt raised the light at Jackson’s motionless body. Jackson’s hand had been shot off during the fight. Someone had fired lots of shots at the back of his head. Jackson also had multiple bullets embedded in his chest. Newt was horrified by what the men had done to him. He picked up the torch and all three guns and walked towards the inside of WICKED. Soon enough, he looked at two guards. The guards didn’t even raise their guns by the time Newt had already raised and fired his. Both men slouched against their makeshift chairs. Newt was even more enraged than before by what had become of Jackson. Newt marched further in. Anyone who moved was dead when he passed by them. Newt kept moving until he heard a voice. “So, are the turrets ready? I want the crank dead now Michael!” “Yes sir, they’re ready. All he has to do is walk into our trap.” As much as Newt wanted revenge, it was going to have to wait. There was no way Newt could take the fight and walk out alive. Newt knew where the enemy base was. He’d never felt such fury until he lost Jackson. He was the reason Newt was alive, but just like any other loss, he’d just have to pretend that nothing ever happened.

yes.

Please read at your own discretion as the following content has partial profanity and may seem outright depressing. It had been a while since Newt and Jackson had been walking towards the base of the cranks. The flare was starting to get worse from all the walking. Newt almost collapsed from exhaustion. “How much bloody longer? You said it’s quite close.” “Yeah, just a few more meters and we’ll be there…” Jackson’s voice trailed off. In front of him, there were remains of what used to be a massive compound. The destruction was fresh, and the fire was still burning the metal. There seemed to be nothing left to go to. Newt shoved Jackson against a wall and reached for his rod. “You have 3 minutes to explain. GO!” Jackson started talking and kept rambling on, often stopping to look for words. By the end of the 3 minutes, Newt let Jackson go with a brief apology. Then, they walked towards the debris, just to check for any signs of life. Neither Newt nor Jackson found anyone. “Hey, Jackson! Come here!” “What, Newt?” Jackson jogged to Newt. “Look at that. Does that mean anything to you?” The board read “Good, you have found our base. We’ll see you where the flare never went!” “Dunno Newt. We never had any codes for our operations… leastways none that I’m aware of.” “Well, we’d better get aware bloody quick.” Newt pointed at two helicopters inspecting the debris from the sky. Both Newt and Jackson scrambled to hide under a partially collapsed wall. “What the hell are these for?” “To make sure that there were no survivors. If we’d waited even a little longer, we would’ve been blown to hell. Although, I don’t recall there being any such thing before. We’re just left to die. There’s never a patrol to see to it.” “Of course Jackson. The flare gets in your head. It drives out your good memories and replaces them with nothing. My memories fade with each day. It’s only when you get the flare do you realize the value of your life. I tried to kill myself in the maze, but that was a paradise compared to this. Looks like those choppers are gone. Let’s move.” Newt and Jackson crawled out of their hiding spot. “That’s fine, but we need to get to the place where that board says… Those shanks didn’t just leave it behind for nothing Jackson.” “You’re right. We might go there if we knew where exactly “there” was Newt.” “Why riddles? Why is it always bloody riddles?” “Never mind that. Where did the flare never go? I mean… cranks got everywhere except like Antarctica.” “Did they?” Jackson detected contempt in Newt’s voice, “Jackson, where is the one place that the flare never got, where we can get?” “You don’t mean that we’re going back to W.I.C.K.E.D…. do you?” “That’s exactly where gotta go. Back to the bloody place where this started. I don’t have a bloody idea why we’re going there. With WICKED still in operations, I don’t get why they’d want us to go there.” “That’s the thing… WICKED isn’t in operation anymore.” “What?! What happened? I mean I’m glad and all, but how are they gone?” “Long story. Tho- I mean your former friend took them down.” “Off we go then, Jackson.” The thunder was rolling over the hills and towards them. The thunderstorm was coming quick. Jackson and Newt ran. The sprint almost killed them, but they managed to take refuge inside a damaged building. “Wait… This place looks familiar. Bloody flare. I can’t remember why this place seems so… out of place.” A figure loomed behind the debris. Soon, four or so more joined it. “Cranks! Jackson, hand me the gun!” Jackson dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out two things. A gun and a dagger. “Here! You’ll have to make do with this.” Jackson slapped the knife into Newt’s hands, then everything went quiet again. “Jackson… where are they?” “I don’t know ma-” Jackson abruptly raised the gun at Newt and fired. “What the-? Nevermind. Got it!” With that Newt started to slash the knife at his enemies. Soon enough, Newt’s knife found itself trapped into a crank’s face. Newt yanked it out and charged at another crank, stabbing it into its eye. Even when the crank stopped moving, Newt continued battering it with hits and tearing at its face. “Newt! What are you doing?! IT’S DEAD!” Newt stopped. “It’s the flare.” After taking a moment to admire his handiwork, Newt got up and started walking with Jackson. “You good Newt? I ain’t seen a single person that mad.” “YES! I'M FINE!” Jackson looked startled. “Sorry. I can’t hold it sometimes.” Then Newt laid his eyes on a familiar site. A mostly destroyed building with the words “WICKED” painted on it.

Thanks Tweezers! A little confused by what is under the spoiler though.

Please read at your own discretion as the following content has partial profanity and may seem outright depressing. Newt woke up completely confused. The last thing he could recollect was that he’d begged Thomas to shoot him, and Thomas had obliged. He’d expected to wake up wherever god’s home was, yet he found himself staring at the ground, covered in dirt and blood, with his tattered clothes. He’d barely gained his consciousness when a crank came up to him. From the looks of it, the other crank was past the Gone. The crank grumbled and charged towards Newt. Newt searched his pockets and found nothing. Then, he looked at the floor, searching for a weapon. He found an iron rod and smashed it through the crank’s skull. “Bloody hell… I asked Tommy to do one thing and he screwed that up.” Newt was tempted to try to kill himself with the rod, but he didn’t want to end up damaging his face more. He looked awful enough from Thomas’ bullet. The flare had started to take Newt over completely. The disease had poisoned Newt against his friends and even led him to attack Thomas. Another crank approached Newt. “Well, you look new around here! We don’t take well to newbies, do we guys?” the crank pointed a gun at Newt. “Yeah? Well, you better get used to me real quick for your sake.” Newt picked up his rod and cut off the arm of the crank. The crank went back, astounded by Newt’s courage. Newt didn’t stop there. He proceeded to smash the rod into the crank’s eye and punched him. The rest of the cranks looked at Newt. Newt picked up the gun and fired a warning shot in the air. The cranks backed off. “Anyone who doesn’t like newbies in the group?” A crank raised his hand. Newt fired a shot and the crank fell still on the floor. The rest of the cranks walked towards Newt slowly, fists clenched. There were easily 7 or so cranks. Newt raised his gun, but he knew he couldn’t take out all 7 cranks. Still, Newt fired a shot at a crank. “You have no bloody guns, so unless you want to die, back off!” Still, the cranks started to corner him. Newt tugged at the trigger again. Nothing came out. Newt hit another crank with the butt of his gun. He raised his rod at the remaining 5 cranks, but his chances were terrible. If the cranks weren’t scared of the gun, the rod wasn’t even a joke to them. Just as Newt started slashing with his rod, he heard a familiar voice... and the sound of guns. The person jumped off the roof and faced the cranks, firing with both his pistols. Soon enough, Newt and his savior were surrounded by a puddle of blood and corpses. “Jackson? What the bloody hell are you doing here? Why are you even alive?” “Same as you. My friends left me to die out of pity. I’m not immune either… I have my good days and my bad days. Most days I’m not off-my-rocker crazy but I have days when I just kill other cranks.” “Yeah? That’s not half the living hell I’ve been through. My last wish was for Thomas to kill me… The bloody shank couldn’t do that properly.” Newt and Jackson started walking together. Jackson had promised to him that there was a safe place for cranks like them, a place where the cranks were not beyond the gone. “It’s pretty terrible, ain’t it Newt? Realizing that the maze was just all part of their elaborate scheme to make a cure… that they chose people like us and left us to die once we served their purpose. Then, knowing the whole time that we’re doomed to go crazy completely, till we’re stripped of our sanity. I never did realize the value of my life until rat-man read out the list on that fateful day. “So how do you lads spend your days then? There’s no maze to escape here. Hell, there’s not a bloody thing to do here now.” “Well, that's not entirely true Newt. Thomas and the other-” “Don’t say that name. Thomas is a bloody awful moron, he is.” “Yeah, the point is that they escaped. Since then, we’ve been at war against new enemies. It’s a whole lot of non-immunes who go around killing cranks. We’re at war with them for a few weeks now, and we need every last fighter we can get.” “Jackson, if you have the flare, how are you still like this? You should be way past the bloody Gone.” “The bliss lets cranks like me live for years. We take it only at night, but ever since we took over the bliss factory we’ve been living a lot longer. We also have sufficient food and water, so that helps.” “Well, food, water and a way to slow down the flare… I’m starving and parched. The flare’s driven me bloody insane. Let’s go.”

Time to m4 Viking!

or worse, you die because someone shoots you "for fun".

cool!

Hasn't happened to me, but I'd think that there is at least 1 tanker who has had this experience. You're saving for a sale to purchase an m3, you're at General rank. You have 150,000 crystals saved up. Just to "tease" yourself, you click on the twins purchase window, and then when you are messing around, you accidentally hit yes, a day before the sales. It's hard for this to happen, but as you said "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."

Yay! Thanks Destrod! I know this isn't a Tankiverse Fanfic, however I have realized ways to improve the plot holes you mentioned. I would tell you what the potential plot holes were, however if you don't seem to take an issue with it I feel that it is best to leave things.

Loved it!

“And who might you be?” Simon’s frustration had gotten the best of him. “Why do you care?” Marie retorted. “Well, if I’m attempting to kill your boss right here, I think it would do me good to kill his savior too.” Simon leveled his gun at Marie’s head. “Railgun now AI!” “Railgun ready to use.” replied the cheery AI within a second. Marie quickly fired a shot which just missed Simon’s head. Though that happened, it managed to vaporize the computers it hit. Simon knew that Marie might not be able to hit him, but her willingness to do so still scared him. Simon quickly escaped from there. “Sir, I’ll get you to-” “Save it. We both know that the dagger punctured my heart. It’s only a matter of time before I drop dead. I declare you … the captain of the ship.” “That won’t stop me from trying to save you, sir. AI, get the flight systems online again. The repair should have done the trick.” “Attempting to activate flight systems,” Ai paused, “Activation successful. Flight systems online.” Marie instantly flew out of Simon’s ship and got back to hers as quick as she could. Now, the battle looked even more hopeless. Ivan’s crew was almost spent, and even without their armor, Simon’s army was still a force to be reckoned with. “Ted! Ted! Here, take Ivan! He’s hurt badly. He said that Alex stabbed his heart with a dagger!.” “Woah, Woah. Slow down Ma-” “Just do it now Ted! Explanations can come later!” “Alright, alright.” Ted put Ivan on a stretcher and slowly hauled him off to the medbay. Marie flew back to the front with guns blazing. A few minutes later, her crew was cheering for her as she soared in the safety of the sky, the rocks and knives of her enemies couldn’t scratch her. One by One she almost picked off the entire army. Hope was rekindled. “Marie, I just wanted to tell you that-” “Louder Ted! I can’t hear you!” “IVAN'S NOT GONNA MAKE IT!” When she heard that, something inside of her broke. Ivan was the toughest person she knew. He’d taken far worse and lived to tell the tale. Her emotions took over and soon she found herself in the medbay. “Quick! Is he okay?” “No. He’s lucky to have been alive this long. We can’t save him though, he has no time that dagger damaged his heart’s valves, the blood is flowing-” “Ivan… I’m sorry that I didn’t come earlier. Thanks for helping me all those years. I would say a lot more… but that would take longer than you have. Rest in peace, sir...” Marie’s voice trailed off. Tears broke from her eyes. “Death catches up with everyone eventually… I guess mine caught up with me sooner. Save the crew Marie, don’t let my sacrifice go in-” Ivan’s breath faded. “Ah good! I wanted a more violent end to that Ivan, but I guess that'll just have to suffice.” Simon menacingly walked into the medbay. Marie immediately reached for the A-22, only to realize that it wasn’t there. She grabbed out her electro sword and with a beeping sound it started up. Simon pulled out his own electro sword, a much bigger electro sword, it’s handle covered in gold. “What a good day! Two people I hate, dead on the same day!” Marie was mad. After losing her mentor, she couldn’t think straight. She leaped at Simon and tried to punch him. With success, she caught her enemy off guard. Simon was taken aback by Marie’s courage. But Marie wasn’t done. She extended her leg in one, swift movement and landed a hit straight on Simon’s face again. Simon fell back. “That’s the best you can do is it Simon?” “Rule number one of fighting enemies. Never ask your enemy if that”s the best they can do,” Simon got up again. Marie her fist at his face. This time he dodged and smashed his elbow into Marie’s rib cage. Marie howled in pain. Marie tried to punch again. Simon caught her punch and bent her wrist. “If that’s what Ivan taught you, it’s pathetic. I guess he realized that he shouldn’t make his students stronger than him or equal to him.” Marie was on the floor, curled up and in lots of pain. She mumbled something to Simon. “Speak up. I can’t hear you when you whimper,” Simon kicked her back. “He didn’t make me as strong as him...but he made me as fast as him!” Marie rose from the floor, a dagger in her hand, and lashed it across Simon’s chest. After slashing a few times, the dagger dug into Simon’s chest. He grunted in pain. “Good… I planned for this Marie…” Simon opened his jacket, revealing a dozen or so neutron grenades, with a clock counting down from 3 minutes. Ted reached for the A-22, and Marie punched his face, leaving him unconscious. “AI, flight systems! I’ve had more than enough of this crap.” the boosters of her damaged A-22 suit fired up, and soon enough, she was flying high. Then, she heard a very, very loud explosion, followed by the sight of her destroyed ship.

That is good to know then. I think I am improving from my first story, which was terrible in retrospect. Thanks for your help!

I've fallen in love with them too now my friend. (Which is quite wierd)

Thanks for your feedback Tweezers! Which sentences did you have to rephrase if you don't mind me asking you?

I'd close this tab and read other things on the forum. :D

"Sir… I think we may be in a little more trouble than we think…” “Oh really Jack? Please enlighten me. How can our situation get any worse than it is now?” “The scanners are picking up life signatures. I don’t mean the kind Simon’s army might give us. I mean thousands upon thousands, heading this way.” “That means nothing, Jack. If they’re not Simon’s army, we don’t need to worry about them. Are the turrets operational?” “Well… we have one turret working.” “So no then. We have nothing to defend ourselves with and we can’t get away either. We have only one choice. The faint hope that we’ll outsmart them.” “Well sir, if it’s of any help, we have non-lethal weapons which can be used. The electro blasters and voiders may work.” “Yes, we’re going to kill Simon’s army with nonlethals. Gather everyone. They should know what’s going down.” Jack reluctantly got up from his seat and went to the PA service and called all of the crew to the command center. Soon enough, the Command Center was stuffed with people, just like a turkey is stuffed with stuffing. “My crew… I have bad news. We have no weapons, and we can’t escape Simon,” he was interrupted by the groaning of people, ”But, I’m not gonna bother telling you that we’ll easily fight them off. I won’t give you that kind of a lie, coated with hope. I just checked, and all we have is nonlethal weapons. This isn’t a fight we can win with sheer power. We’re gonna have to use our brains rather than just our fingers. Then maybe, just maybe, we will outlive this. I don’t know what’ll happen out there. We don’t have a choice in the matter. So pick up your weapons and fight. Fight for your life” Nobody applauded after Ivan gave his speech. There was no hope felt amidst his crew. As the night grew old, their attitude grew stale. Ivan’s crew got on their feet. The next morning they had a fight to lose. As the sun was rising, the enemy attack commenced. It started with a single shot. Then two, then a barrage of ammunition, followed by a salvo of missiles. Ivan jolted out of sleep. “Sir! Sir, they’re here!” “Yep. I figured that out, Jack.” Ivan sprang out of his bed. “Hand me that screwdriver Jack!” “Why?” “So that I can put a metal conductor into the battery of the gun and-” “Make the electrical output much more powerful! Here take it!” Ivan finished his modification and headed out of his room to return enemy fire. He was greeted by the gruesome sight of dead bodies. A lot of his crew had died, and more still were dying. Ivan pulled out his gun and shot an enemy.The Electro blaster had almost roasted his chest, where Ivan shot him. Soon enough, a lot of other enemies fell to Ivan’s fire. “Sir! If we can disable their database, their suits won’t be able to function properly!” “Right. I presume that their “database” happens to be an almost inaccessible small place with lots of booby traps Alex?” “Yes, sir… how did you know?” “Forget about that. Let’s go! Cover me, guys!” With that last sentence, the fire intensified. Ivan’s crew was rallying Simon’s army. Ivan noticed a small ditch and jumped into it with Alex. Through the sticky mud, they made their way towards Simon’s ship. “It’s abandoned. How can that be? Why aren’t they using their turrets and where are the guards?” “I don't know Alex. We have walked quite a while now… I think that their ship is too far away to accurately use the turrets." “Perhaps. Well, if fortune favors us, who are we to complain?” “You’re right. I guess I’m just being a little too paranoid. So shall we enter the ship then?” “Let’s go, sir.” Then they went inside the ship. It was more or less the same as Ivan’s. As Ivan took a step forward, a camera almost slammed into his face. “Confirm identity!” “Why you little piece of garbage!” Ivan flew into a rage and shot the camera to pieces, till it was just singed metal dangling from a rod. Then they kept going down the corridor until they came to the database area. “Well, that was easy enough,” “No. We are being tricked Alex. It’s never this easy.” From the darkness emerged nine robots, each with its own plasma minigun. Ivan had no time to think. He fired a shot above his and Alex’s head. Suddenly, they were encompassed in a translucent red shield. “What did you do sir?!” “Sealed us in. Those guns would’ve torn us to pieces before you could reach out to retrieve your weapon.” The fire continued to bounce harmlessly off the shield. “We can’t stay here forever Ivan. We have to go. Alex pulled out his electro blaster and made a hole in the shield. Ivan and Alex quickly climbed out of the whole and behind a table. The plasma bullets were tearing through the table. “Alex, stay behind me!” Ivan yelled as he fired at the robots. One robot at a time, Ivan managed to take down 8 enemies. Then, he felt something in his chest. He looked down to see a dagger… held by Alex. “Alex… how could you do this to me?! How could you betray me?!” “That’s because I’m not Alex at all." Simon pulled off a small device. His true face showed. “Simon?! Where’s Alex?!” “By now, probably halfway to hell.” “Why would you do the-” “Don’t talk to me about how I could do that. You’ve done far worse. You got in my head and did this to me!” Simon showed Ivan his scarred face, “You claim to be a hero, yet you stand for nothing! You left me to do on Cyclono after you took my parents from me. You showed me how pathetic it is to be a hero. You were my friend many years ago, and here you stand now. The only difference between us is that one of us didn’t lose everything!” Ivan picked up his electro blaster with a grin on his face. “You think I wanted that? I didn’t leave you, Simon. You left me when you tried to kill me!” Ivan aimed the rifle at the computers and emptied all his charge. “I’ll die Simon, but I’ll die knowing that all my friends won’t. Also, why did you tell me that if I destroyed your database your soldiers would be rendered useless?” Ivan was in a lot of pain from the dagger. “I told you that so that my actions would at least seem convincing. I was going to kill you when we came to the camera, but I'll just do it now. ” Simon pulled the dagger out of Ivan. Ivan howled in pain, ready to meet his maker as Simon pointed a plasma gun at him. Suddenly, there was humming, followed by the noise of a metal wall breaking. “Ivan, you’ve gotta get me one these A-22 suits man!” said a familiar voice.

No intent to flame, however he wouldn't ride a Bugatti. His ride'd be a 52 million USD Ferrari 250 gto.

125 mines, 100 of all supplies, 100 repair kits

Of course, purchasing crystals gives you an advantage. I get your point, but I feel that you're missing the whole point of this game. It isn't so you can keep grinding on and on in the game. This game though made to give the developers a way to support their life, is made so that you can have good memories, and remember Tanki fondly. The community isn't really growing smaller either. I saw over a 100 people online just the other day.

Sherlock Holmes right here

Well seeing as everybody is converting things and their price to determine crystals in total, I don't think that makes a massive difference. It may not have any use, however if devs are willing to give away things worth up to 750,000, shouldn't we show grattitude?

Sorry, I didn't mean to upset anything. I simply felt that you really do a very valuable job for everyone in the AWC by helping us improve our writing.