I see. So basically, what do you mean when you say "forced"?

Since I can wreck some legends with my shaft m1, would you reccomend I get shaft and smoky m3 in xmas sales if I can? When I say wreck, I mean keep a kd above 1 at all times.

Hmmm... I see. I used the language, to basically show how the character really lost it by the end, and I used the asterix because I wasn't entirely sure whether certain words are alright for here. Thanks for your feedback!

4th! Nice! I would try for 2k+ kills, but I won't get there.

I wrote my article based on a the third part for a series of stories I am writing in the AWC page, but this story which I wrote here is standalone and consequently does not need to be read after the first and second part. Is this okay? If so, can I also post it in the AWC section for feedback?

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Twins, no doubt.

Something cold pressed hard against Charles’ head. “Well, well, well. Look who it is. Mr. Charles, am I right? You’re here for your daughter, aren’t you? I’m afraid we can’t let her go. She knows something we can’t have anyone knowing.” By this point, Charles was angrier than the Hulk. In a flash, Charles turned around and fired a bullet which lodged itself right in the middle of the man’s eyes. “I wasn’t asking for your permission.” In the past few days, Charles had become cold and distant. Since his daughter had been taken, he had been incapable of rationally thinking. He really was starting to lose his sanity. The first indication of this had been when he killed the man only minutes before. Now he briskly walked through the hallways of a massive warehouse, covered with plants and littered with bullet casings. Abruptly, there was a sound of metal scraping against bricks. Faint, but there nonetheless. Charles followed the sound until it led him to an open door with a chair in it. Tied to the chair was bloody and hurt Amy. Charles couldn’t help himself. He ran to Amy and untied her, and proceeded to bombard her with more questions than she could count. After a short reunion between the two, footsteps were heard. Somebody was coming. Charles told Amy to sit on the chair and hid behind the door himself. Two men in black clothes came into the room. “Stupid girl, who was here?! We know someone was, tell us and we’ll kill you quickly!” “What are-?” Before she could finish her sentence, Charles quickly fired two shots. Both men fell to the floor, dead. “Dad?! What...What happened to you?! How could you kill those men?! Are you okay?!” “I’m fine sweetie,” Charles replied, knowing for certain that he wasn’t, “ I just didn’t want you to get hurt anymore.” “But dad, How could you become this… this… this dark and twisted?!” “I DON’T CARE HOW MANY LIVES HAVE TO BE TAKEN TO KEEP YOU SAFE! THAT’S WHY I KILLED THEM.” Charles told Amy to get up and then the two started walking out. Another man tried to stop Charles but was greeted by a bullet. “Amy, why do these goons want you dead so badly? What is it that you know?” Amy knew something happened to her father. He was not usually one to be so aggressive. Something had broken inside of him while she was gone. “Dad... When grandma came down with cancer… Mom couldn’t take it. But she knew.. She knew that she couldn’t ask you for money; we could barely help ourselves get by, let alone pay someone’s hospital bills. That was… then she started to smuggle and sell what she smuggled for lots of money. One day someone told her because something went south… It was someone else’s fault, but mom took the fall. The boss… mom said how he was going to kill her, I guess that makes sense now.” “AMY, HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME THIS?!” Charles could feel it. He was really starting to fall apart. First his wife, then his daughter, and when he found his precious child, such a nasty secret was revealed. He couldn't bear it anymore- the pain of living. “Am-” Before he could finish his sentence, he heard gunfire. Just as he managed to find cover behind a tree, Amy fell to the floor, blood flowing from her stomach. Charles blew his top. He went out of his cover and perfectly planted three bullets into his enemies who were returning fire. From the looks of it, the one at the back was the boss. Just as he was closing in on the boss after disarming the three bodyguards, a barrage of bullets tore through his body. He could feel the immense pain, but he knew he had to keep going. The boss saw that Charles was wounded and tried to get away. Before he could, Charles picked up a rock and threw it at the man’s head, and closed in on his victim. As Charles got closer, the man’s figure became clearer. The bloke was short and stout with little muscle but was covered in black from head to toe. “MC, you jerk! You're the one who texted my wife the night she died, isn't that right?!” “Yes, I am. What do you intend to do about it? I’m the one with the gun and you’re bleeding out with your daughter back there.” MC said, pulling out his pistol and taking off his mask. Behind the mask was not the face of a killer. MC looked like he was an average 9-5 working man who did nothing out of the ordinary. The circumstances would say otherwise. He pointed the gun at Charles, who instantly raised his hands and dropped the rock. “You wanna know why I killed her? Why I took Amy?” “Because Amy knew about what happened to Stacy, isn’t that right? TELL ME THE TRUTH” “That too, yes. But it was also my family. See, Stacy… she sold some of my goods to my 12-year old daughter and her…” MC wiped a tear from his eye, “she passed away.” Charles took this chance to make MC pay. His enemy’s eyes were blocked by his hands, so Charles bent down for the rock, picked it up and chucked it straight at MC’s face. MC fell backwards. Charles picked up the rock again and started violently smashing it at MC’s face while yelling expletives. By the time it was done, MC’s face was so disfigured that he was unrecognisable. Charles limped over to Amy. He called her name, but she didn’t move. Charles bent down towards her and fell to the floor. His own wounds were catching up with him. The past few days had been the worst of his life. Everything he ever valued was lost to him. His wife, his daughter… even his life. The worst part was that even in her last moments, Amy couldn’t come to terms with her father. She couldn’t see him the same way, let alone love him. Charles started howling in tears, letting massive floods of sadness out. Once he was done, he pulled out the gun Rebecca gave him one last time and pulled the trigger.

Don't upgrade on sales for M4s, upgrade without sales but with no speed ups. I think Twins is one of the best m3s for many maps, so if you are a fan of close or small maps, I think Twins would be better. Between Thunder and Smoky, I guess it depends on whether you can land hits well (SMoky) or you prefer to have the failsafe of splash damage (Thunder). IF you are equally good with either, buy Smoky because there are less people using protection against it.

Viking+freeze?

Ok, your call. You do what you want, I'm just telling you from my experience.

Vulcan is useless

Wayyy to hard.

I have 67k and will get to 80k by Wednesday from mission chains for sure. I will quite possibly buy the 100,000 crystal bundle in shop on Christmas or whatever bundle I can get for 25 USD with maximum crystals/gold/paints. Are Hammer M3 and THunder M3 a good and realistic plan? Get Magnum, Striker is good but hard to use and Vulcan is defeated pretty much by every turret.

Wish I could write like this.

Yes I get that that is what makes Polygon Polygon, but don't you think that since most people have pro battles in Polygon, the battle should be able to be changed skills and teamwork rather than money and bricks?

I personally think that there should be 3 points. With just a single point, there isn't much skill involved. It's just "which m4 isida can heal which m4 mammoth/titan for a longer time." With the three points, it now requires you to actually think beyond "go point". Also, games can't just be finished like that thanks to a single player coming/going.

that is an old map. It was revived.

I really do hope that the rewards stay. The added space on maps also I look forward to. Been a while since Tanki had a new map.

I find Ricochet very hard to use also.

I honestly don't get it, why is there a poll? it should be Magnum

Not totally long range, and I am terrible with Railgun. I literally need to ask enemies to stand still because I'm a lousy shot and can't hit them otherwise.

Okay, I need some advice. I have Twins, Isida, Freeze for turrets and Hornet,Viking (16/20), Dictator and Mammoth for hulls. I pretty much only use Viking and Twins, but I find that I'm outgunned on maps like Kungur, where I also like to play. I did the math, and it's cheaper to m4 if I do it off sales, without speed ups, so I don't plan to m4 my Viking m3 yet. Consequently, I now have the option to buy something(s) for christmas, I was thinking Hammer and THunder. Good plan?

Thanks for the feedback!

Dear Destrod, Thanks a ton for reading this and giving me feedback on how to improve it. Thanks LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amy jolted to consciousness. The smell of rancid milk greeted her. In front of her stood her three captors. “So then. I assume you’ll tell me to call my dad and ask him for money?” “You’re smarter than you look, Amy, I’ll give you credit for that. But no, that isn’t what we want from you.” “Well, what do you want from me then?” “Nothing. We have to keep you captive because we recently found out that you’re the only one who knows what really happened to your mother, and why it happened. Can’t have anyone telling the cops.” “So… what? Is that code for “ We’re gonna kill you”?” “No… well, yes, but not right now. When we do, I want you to feel every little bit of pain, for all the pain you inflicted upon me, Amy.” “What pain-” before she could finish her sentence, she was knocked out cold again. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Charles was worried sick. After turning on the TV, his stomach churned even more. The helicopters showed a damaged building, with chipped paint and broken playground equipment. Charles could only wonder if Amy was safe. He tried to remember what Stacy had said. 'Everything will be fine', he said to himself, Amy is quite alright. Maybe… maybe the school’s still on lockdown. Despite what he said, he knew that quite the opposite was true. The thought that something might have happened to Amy wasn’t something Charles wanted to think about. He almost got a heart attack when there was a knock at the door. He opened the door to find the face of a distressed cop. Now it was clear what the problem might be. “Sir, this is about your daughter.” “Come in, please. Let’s discuss this over tea. I’m afraid I may fall to the floor otherwise.” So the visitor entered Charles’ cozy home. In the entrance, just above the door, there were paintings of animals. To the right was a small kitchen, littered with different food and ingredients. Charles motioned for the cop to follow. Soon they were sitting on a couch with cups of tea in their hand. “Sir-” Before the cop could say anything, Charles put his hands on his face. “I know why you’re here,” tears fell to the floor, “It’s my daughter… it’s Amy, isn’t it?” “I’m afraid so.” “What… what happened to...her?” Charles’ voice broke “She’s missing sir. We’ve searched the whole school but there’s no sign of her.” Charles couldn’t bear it anymore. He wiped tears from his eyes and asked the policeman to leave. He promptly shut the door and began walking towards his room. As he entered, he went towards a picture of Stacy. She looked very happy in that picture. An emotion which seemed almost alien-like to Charles. “Stacy… I… I thought I would be enough to protect her… to protect Amy… But now that she’s missing and you’re not here, I don’t know what to do. If only… if only you were here.” He continued sobbing and put his head against the picture. As he was crying, he heard something fall to the floor. He bent down to the floor and picked it up. He recognized it. It belonged to Stacy. He cleared the tears from his eyes and unlocked the old iPhone 5. The first thing that jumped at him was the WhatsApp message. He found a chat with the title “MC”, he didn’t understand the meaning of the acronym, but what he did understand was the message. The message read “Well Charles, you’re pretty smart. Tell me, what do you think is gonna happen to this beautiful young lady here?” Along with it, was a picture of Amy, with many bruises on her face and tattered clothes.