10,000 CRYSTALS, 125 mines and Spark. Wish I get Inferno/Flow/Emerald/ The deadpool paint.

Thanks again for this, I got spark!

I have around 18k now, only because I'm trying to m4 Viking m3, which is 16/20 steps now (or will be, in 6 days)

oh thanks Mr. Nives, I got 10,000 crystals from the chest!

Mr. Nives, about the paints we can get. From the garage paints which are obtainable from the black boxes, is there any chance I can chose the paint I want? I've been dying to get my hands around inferno forever.

Why are so many people complaining? I mean, at least there is as black friday celebration, glitchy or not, that's what matters.

Oh, I'll give you a twist alright.

To think that only yesterday I was googling if there was a thing such as Tanki black friday sales.

So vavillion is out?

Excellent to hear that. What do you mean when you say I should try to execute it with the least complexity. About the cliche thing... I'm going to try to make this as non-cliche as possible, but I don't think it will be easy. Nonetheless, I have a plan for how to make the story go. Thanks for taking the time to read and provide me with feedback

Is vavillion out yet?

This would really benefit Striker. My teammates often come in front of me when I'm about to fire a salvo, with this it might not be so hard.

Don't buy thunder, its pathetic. It is really UP right now and can't do much. Buy m2 fire for short range or magnum for long range. Also, take VIking

I put mine in now, will it be viewed or are the results for video of the week done?

X men DOFP? How? I thought of all this all by myself. Unless you mean the whole Jean died thing (which I don't really see how it was in that movie) I don't exactly understand, what do you mean?

“Dad! Wake up or I’m gonna be late to school!” “Ugghmmm...” Charles grumbled, “I’m coming, Amy!” Charles got out of his bed. Being down with the flu, doing even the simplest of things seemed to require a lot of effort. Charles promptly changed his clothes and scurried to his car. “Go! Go! Go! We can’t be late dad! I have math!” “We won’t be late honey, besides, you’re the best at math; there’s nothing your teacher will teach that you won’t get,” “I know dad, but I want to keep my good reputation with Mr. Smith!” So their conversation kept going. The seconds turned into minutes, and before Amy knew it, she was at school. Charles turned to look at his daughter. Her face was red as a tomato. After taking a guess, it was quite evident that she was looking at John, her friend. “Hey, you have math class, remember? Also, if you like John, do something about it; don’t wait forever.” Amy’s face turned brighter still, “I don’t like him, dad!” “Amy, you looked at him and then you flustered so much that you looked like a tomato for a second. Of course, you like him! Besides, I know you, you’re not one to talk about what you feel much.” Amy had no words, except for “Bye dad! Love you.” After which she jumped out of the car and ran into her school. “I told you I’ll take care of her Stacy…” , Charles talked to a picture “We should never have had a fight. It’s my fault you aren’t here today. If you can hear me, I love you.” He started heading back towards his house, completely unaware of the terror that was coming. Charles’ life was a sad story. He was born an orphan and pretty much self-raised. He had been abused and hurt a lot of times as a child. People made him do things he couldn’t bring himself to remember. Terrible things. Later, when he married Stacy, he hoped things would be different. That his horrible life would be left behind. It was left behind, until the one night when he lost her. She had come home late, after finding out that Amy had been drinking with her friends. Boiling with rage, she yelled at Charles and they had a fight. In the aftermath of the fight, she went out for a drink, to drown her sorrow. What resulted, was a fatal accident. Her car had been hammered apart by a truck when she was returning home. Charles had tried to get over it, but he simply couldn’t stop blaming him himself it. The pain, the anger, and the frustration was just too much. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back at the school, Amy was talking to her crush. “Soo… John. How did you solve the math for problem?” “Huh?” “I mean… uh… How did you do the Quadratic equation,” her face started looking like a tomato “Amy are you okay?” “Uhh...yes… bye!” Amy quickly walked off to her Math class, wondering what had overcome her. She heard a loud sound, followed by the lights of the corridor turning off. She quickened her pace but forgot to look in front. An open locker door caused her to trip and fall “Ahhh!!!!” She shrieked in pain and touched her feet. Her ankle felt out of place. The bone was protruding from her foot. If this wasn’t bad enough, she heard gunshots coming her way. A teacher came out of her door to investigate the racket but collapsed to the floor after being shot. There were three men, each with a pistol and a black mask on their face. The first was tall and muscular. He looked about 20, the same as his other colleague, who was tall and thin. In front of them walked a short and stout man, who must have been over 40 easily, from the way he walked. The men tried to open a door. They rattled it and shook it violently. Then they kicked it. Nothing worked. They pulled out their guns again and fired at the door, but it was padded with metal. They tried another door. Same thing. Then they turned towards Amy. She was moving as fast as she could, but there was no way she would be able to outrun the men in black. “There!” One of the voices cried. The three men started running towards Amy. She tried to move faster, despite her injured ankle. She made it to a door and violently kicked the door while screaming “Open the door! It’s me, Amy!” It was no use. The men enclosed on her. “What do you want?!” Amy yelled, completely unsure if she was so scared because of these men or because of the bone coming out of her ankle. “All we want is a little money.” Replied the short and stout one. Then he pulled out a wet cloth from his pocket and placed it against Amy’s face. She struggled for breath, but after a few moments, everything went black.

Magnum and its prowess in noobeery as well as the repair kit. Also, Twins self-damage, Isida no longer healing itself. That's about it for major things I think

Ok, let me know if you want to read it.

about the guide I'll try to post it, but lately, I have been a little busier than I am normally. IF you want, I can send you a link where you can read it and kindly provide me your feedback which would be helpful. If you want me to, I'll just PM you the link

Don't worry, my horrible and very annoying Wolverine stories are done.

I still struggle to remove pronouns.

Marc, maybe a hint "one square has 2 differences" would be nice.

Dear reporter/mentor, Thank you for taking the time to read this article and giving me feedback on how to improve. Thanks LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH. Jean, she was talking to Logan. “Join me, Logan.” “What? How are you still here?” “I have been preserved by the Phoenix force. Stop fighting these monsters, save this planet. It’s not your war. You fought your war when you saved me and yourself. Come to me, my love.” “I can’t Jean. As much as I love you, we both know that you would never want me to stop. You would never tell me to stop saving people, to stop saving the world. Goodbye, now Jean!” Wolverine woke up with a shudder. His hands were restrained to a small and old bed. The room he was in was fashioned out of a reddish looking marble, with stains and cracks everywhere. In a seat was a man. As the blurriness went away, Logan recognized this man. In his right hand was a chimichanga and in his left was a desert eagle. He wore a red costume. Suddenly, Deadpool got up from his chair. “Oh good! You’re awake. I’ve been so bored with you unconscious. I was planning to just kill you in your sleep, but then it felt quite rude to kill you without letting you much on one of them Chimichangas.” “How generous.” “Nah pal, it’s nothing. I trust you’ll cooperate with me later on when I try to brutally murder you?” “Yeah, bub. Sure I will” “Great!” Deadpool approached the chair and started to remove Wolverine’s restraints. Without a moment's delay, Wolverine extended his claws and pierced them into Deadpool’s heart. “Hey! I even promised you a Chimichanga! Now, what are you mad about?” “Ya’ forgot my beer!” Then Logan proceeded to smash Deadpool on his own seat and strapped him up with the restraints. Just as Logan started to leave the room, Deadpool hollered “Hey! Hey! Come back! I have other people to murder and Chimichangas to eat!” As Logan closed the door behind him, Deadpool’s complaints continued. Ever since the assault at Wayne enterprises confusion and bafflement were the only things which Logan felt. The given hint was that a son killed his beloved. Who this son was, memory could not recollect. He had many sons. Most of whom were dead by now, but still there remained plenty who might seek revenge. Later on, the realization struck him like a lightning bolt. Though he had many sons, only one’s name started with D and only one could possibly bear so much hate. Now Logan knew who had to die for his payback to be completed. He scurried into a taxi going towards Osborn industries. By the time the taxi arrived, the cover of night was present. There were a bitterly cold wind and lots of people moving about. It wouldn’t be easy for Logan to sneak into the building. As rain began to descend on the roof where he was standing, he heard footsteps. Within mere minutes, a small army of soldiers was standing on the roof, guns aimed at the intruder. “Guys, we all know how this is gonna end, so why don’t ya’ p-” Wolverine’s speech was interrupted by gunfire. Wolverine went into berserker mode. He ran, instantly healing from the bullet wounds, and hacked and slashed enemies apart. Stabbing one fatally, kicking another off the roof and shooting still another with his own gun. Once the roof was littered with corpses, a man stepped up. “Ahh, father. I’ve been waiting for you. Good that you’re here now, I will finally have the rest of my revenge!” “Daken?! I told you, I didn’t kill your mother. I loved her!” “YES, YOU DID!” “NO, I didn’t. Now, why won’t you return my calls? I thought you died at the hands of Daredevil. Catwoman also said that you killed Jean” Daken held up the tattered remains of Jean’s clothes, covered in dust and black patches. Wolverine’s expression turned sour. The realization that Jean was dead because Daken thought that Wolverine had murdered Daken’s mother was just too much. Logan was infuriated, but he knew that if he tried to simply attack Daken, he would fail. After all, the other Masumura blade had been broken and fused into Daken’s claws. Before Logan could make a move, there were already claws slashing in his direction. Daken left no holds barred. Since there was no adamantium infused into his skeleton, he moved considerably faster than his father. He managed to impale his right hand’s claws into Wolverine’s stomach. Wolverine screamed in agony and chopped off Daken’s hand, who was also howling in pain now. “Yeah bub, you take a minute there,” Logan said, hoping against hope that his healing factor would kick in. It didn’t. Wolverine looked at a picture of Jean which had fallen from his pocket. The picture was covered in blood and dirt. What needed to be done was quite clear. The issue was whether or not it would be done. Daken got up, missing his right hand. He tried once again to impale Wolverine, but the latter was too quick. Wolverine dodged the incoming attack and then with his bare hands, broke the claws off his rival’s hands, and tried to jam them into Daken’s forehead, but this time Daken was too quick. “She begged me for mercy when I was slowly and painfully killing her. I told her that my mother was given none, so you shall receive none!” “Do ya’ mean Batman didn’t kill Jean, it was you?! You set him up, then led me into killing Catwoman?! Just because you thought I killed your mother?!” “Yes, precisely. I can still hear Jean’s voice in my head, pleading to be spared.” This small exchange of words was more than enough to make Wolverine go into berserker mode. He ran, hacking and slashing at his son with his claws, one hit after another, viciously until Daken was more blood than skin. Then, he used Daken’s claws and smashed them into Daken’s own heart. Tears ran down his eyes. He knew he had done what he needed to. He knew he had avenged his lover. He knew that no more of his friends would die because of his son’s ignorance. But the fact that it had been achieved through the death of his own son was not something he could easily accept. He slowly walked off the roof, leaving the remains of his son.

Of course, the on question completely ruined any chance I had at victory, and due to a statistical 1/50ish chance I guessed right, another notch on my belt of lost thinking challanges. YAY!