Wish granted, the giant red knife is in your heart. I wish for lolz

Where is reporter?! :roll:

I win? :mrgreen: GG no re ;)

Most likely you gave tanki less than 100KB local storage.

The gold used to fall at 700 fund, also it is possible for the gold to fall at 700 anyways.

easiest rank - marshal to complete you need 0XP to rank.

Chapter 2 Mysterious Box Astonished by his offer, I stared. Recruit me? I thought. I didn't do anything much to be worth this recruitment. I glanced at Mr. Gills, and I could see anger and pride mixed in his eyes. Of course, he didn't want to lose one of his best officers to some strangers, but he was proud of me also to be worth this attention. "Wait!" Shouted Mr. Gills, "What will the police department get out of this? Sparky here is one of our best officers, and I don't intend to lose him to a couple of strangers." One of the strangers glanced at him in irritation and sighed. "The police department will get $25,000, also better weapons and utilities." "Better weapons? Anything more powerful than the ones we're using should be sent to the military then." "Have I not said that we are part of the military? And that we have superior technology over the other branches?" "Oh ya? What kind of 'superior' technology do you have then?" Mr. Gills demanding and putting air quotes when saying 'superior'. "We have knowledge of Nano-robotics, laser, pressurized fire, plasma and more." "I don't believe you." "I'm not asking you to." "Well you should at least give him some more information about what you're trying so hard to recruit him into." I was surprised. It sounded like Mr. Gills was giving up already, I had no idea what I was going into. I don't even know if I want to go into this. Calmly, the stranger who hadn't been arguing with my boss took a sip of water and informed me. "Being part of this corps is a highly honorable position. Your salary will be at least...quadrupled." Mr. Gills jaws dropped to the ground, and his eyes bulged out. The stranger continued. "First, you are to fill out a survey based on your personality and character. You will then be put into a team with other members who will either match up with yours, or cover-up what you lack in." He took another sip of water. "Then you will do training as a team through many obstacles. If you pass, you're in the military branch, if not you'll go home with nothing." That didn't sound good to me, I'm not exactly an Olympic athlete, and neither did I have so much muscle that it looks like I'm on steroids. However, soon the two strangers convinced me and Mr. Gills, and very soon I was packing my stuff and saying good-bye to everybody. As I was about to leave the police station doors for the last time, my friend Darren caught up to me. "When are you coming back man?" I thought about it for a moment; I fail on purpose those tests, but they said I was going to be with a team, and we fail together. I didn't want to mess up these future team members dreams or anything. "I don't know." I replied. "Are you ever going to come back?" "Probably not." Darren looked uneasy, but he recovered soon. "Hold on a second, I've got something for you." He then ran back up the stairs while I waited in the lobby. The lobby was actually quite big, with perimeter walls that were white. Pairs of windows appeared at a pattern of every few meters. There were two automatic doors for the entrance and a desk behind them a few meters back. Comfy little chairs dotted the lobby. I was actually quite relieved; I hate sappy good-byes and all, no tears or anything. Just a straight out, cold good-bye and not glance back. You can't change destiny. However, I always thought that destiny hated me. I waited for Darren a little longer. I was beginning to think that Darren was jealous and decided to ditch me. I waited a little longer and decided that he wasn't coming back, it's been at least 15 minutes. Just as I was about to turn around and head out the door. I heard panting and someone shout "Wait!" I turned around to see Darren coming towards me with a big metal box. It clanked in rhythm every time Darren took a step. He smiled as he gave it to me. "Something special inside." He said with a glint in his eye. "However, there is a time lock on it. This box will open by it'self so don't worry about it." He smiled once again and handed it over. I took the box and was surprised on how heavy it was, I didn't expect it too weigh too much, but this thing did. "Can you tell me when it's going to open?" I asked. "Nope, sorry." He patted my shoulder and turned me around. We walked together to the parking lot. It was where the strangers said they were going to pick me up. Mr. Gills was suspicious of them, so he said I can keep my police gun and if they give any sign of kidnapping me, I can put up a fight. A big van eventually came, it had a big picture of an exploding tank on the side of the van and then "Tanks Battalion" written in big letters across it. "I think they are trying to get attention from everybody in the world." Whispered Darren. I grinned at that. They told me to put my stuff in the back and that I would be riding alone. I waved a final good bye at Darren. The doors were closed automatically and we were off, heading towards an unknown destination.

I see no point in participating As I'm anticipating all of your rhymes I've heard better from a non-talking mime.

Firebird... The Weapon of Mass Destruction... How is it able to contain fire and then release it? How was it made? Following the success of "Smoky," Tanki Weapon Productions were able to hire more employees to enlarge the success of the company much more. They were able to hire up to 67 employees in a single day! One of these new recruits went by the name of Anton. He always has been fascinated with birds and their ability to fly without the use of mechanics and engines. He was the last to be hired into TWP. "Number 67" they would call him, he wasn't bothered by that, however. Anton would just stare out a window in his office and admire the birds flying, wishing that he could enjoy such freedom. Many months passed since Anton was hired, he didn't get much work done. All he would do was eat hot dogs, clean up the ketchup and then zone out for the rest of the day. The other employees never bothered to interact with him, they knew that he didn't have one of the best childhoods, and that he wasn't the finest of the designers. He has many blueprints of course, as that was his job, to create blueprints! However, he would never turn them in. He felt that all of them weren't worthy, and many failed to do what he had hoped once he built a prototype, but the main reason that most of the blueprint's prototypes failed was because he would zone out and stare out his window. When he was back in reality, he had no idea what he was doing before and messed up a lot of the mechanics. On day 143 since Anton was hired, he was cooking a hot dog in the oven at work. The oven was a little broken, so in order for it to work, you crank the heat up to the max of 500 °C (932 °F) for a few minutes, and then lower it back down to 20 °C (68 °F) and lastly put it back to the normal temperature of 76 °C (170 °F) to cook a hot dog. The reasoning behind it was that when you turn the oven to 500 °C it pushes the oven to the max, allowing a large amount of heat to be pushed out, however, because it is broken, the oven will only generate a small proportion of the heat to be released, thus resulting in the oven to be warmed up. Anton knew this of course, so he put his metal tray in and lined two hot dogs beside each other and turned the notch up to the max and waited for a few minutes. He was about to turn it down, but a bird caught his eye through the window. Being an expert at birds, he immediately identified it to be the Crested Ibis, a bird rarely seen in Russia, he was fascinated at the bird and watched it glide across the sky with grace and beauty. Once it flew out of sight, he then came to a sudden realization, he left the oven notch at 500°C! At once, he was most worried and turned the oven off immediately; he opened the oven to check on his hot dogs if they were okay. They were not okay. His meal has been burned to ashes, and his metal tray was burnt out of shape. Some of it on the edge of turning liquid. Anton had a sudden burst of idea. If fire can burn through metal at that temperature... what will happen when the heat is increased and lasts for a longer period of time? Don't tanks count as metal too? He thought. Quickly, he rushed back to his work space, and a blueprint was made. His invention was fairly simple. Inside his machine contained a napalm generator and a napalm releasing contraption, at the muzzle of the weapon, a small flame is lighted. When desired, the gun will release napalm out of the container and into the fire, catching the highly flammable substance on fire and releasing it up to 15m before the fire dies out due to the lack of fuel. He presented his new invention to the administration and passed through with ease, getting many compliments. However, he was told by the administration that since the previous weapon "Smoky" had many modifications, he was to make four different modifications to his gun too. Anton, however, was prepared for that demand and already has his gadgets ready. He wanted each modification of his gun to release different colors of flame. However, he wasn't sure how to do this. For his first modification or M0 gun, he left it the way it was. He then duplicated three more copies of his original and set to work. For his M1 modification, he replaced his guns pressure container's methane to strontium salts. This giving it a red color, and adding more heat to the flame. He took this to Tanki's Testing Grounds, burning through a normal tank within seconds, satisfied with his results; he went to his office to work on the last two modifications. This part was tricky to him as there aren't many fire colors that can be easily produced. After doing some research, he added Boric acid and rubbing alcohol in his second gun container. This caused the fire to be first burned green then quickly turning a purple color. For his last and the most expensive mod, he added a Dicyanoacetylene generator into the weapon, thus when released into the flame, it causes blue fire and immense heat up to 4990 °C. Even the smoke is able to slowly burn through metal due to the intense heat. However, because this heat is so great, the muzzle of this gun was needed to be coated of tungsten. But tungsten can only resist up to 3422 °C of heat. Therefore, Anton made a tick where you will need to let the tungsten cool when you have released up to five non-stop seconds of Dicyanoacetylene. He tested all of his modifications in Tanki Testing grounds, however he wasn't satisfied with the range, he upgraded the pressure releasing mechanism to hold in more pressure before it is released, thus giving it a boost in range up to 20m. He invited all of the employees and administration to the testing grounds and demonstrated his weapon. His gun burned through seven tanks in a row with ease, even able to burn through aerogel swiftly. The administration was highly impressed and immediately got artists to create different designs on the different mods and engineers to piece it together. Soon after they threw a celebration to Anton and his new gun, the administration asked Anton what he would like to name the gun. Anton didn't have any planned names so he immediately said Crested Ibis in honor of the bird that caused all this. The administration, however, was not impressed by this name and asked him to make a different one. Thinking for a few moments he said "Firebird, a bird that spits fire." The administration chuckling at his name wrote that down and thus... Firebird was born. A Weapon of mass destruction. Obtain, Harness and Rule with its power.

denied

You need more options to this poll, this doesn't even cover up 5% of the hobbies in the world.

Your on a Tall Ladder 50 meters above ground. Then you fall. I fear myself?

:thumbup: awesome contest except... my mom just deleted all my recording and video editing software off the computer this morning...

This poll is asking for bias stuff :lol:

You now have negative infinity crystals, now crystals is completely useless to you, this same event occurs only on your IP address :) I fear writing

You get nothing. I wish for nothing

I think someone hacked Meats account o_O

Halon

You are on top of the Eiffel tower looking down. Then you fall. I fear life.

When your a hornet isida being attacked by a high level freeze while you have no protection against freeze. Solutions 1. Give up and wait for death You can not escape the freeze unless you would like to drug.

Salon

Veins

Do you know everything? Are you sure of your answer from the above question? Is anything able to confuse you? Are you sure of that? What about that? You sure? Watch out for double negatives! Did you understand that? Please define "double negatives" Are you able to answer to demands? Why or Why not?

somehow... I doubt this.

Dinosaur